A Favour for a Favour, a Drunks Edition

Garryn chuckled softly, appreciating Aoife's philosophical musings over their game of cards. He leaned back in his chair, studying his hand as he considered her question.

The one thing stopping me? he mused aloud, tapping his fingers lightly against the edge of the table. Fear, perhaps. Fear of failure, of letting down those who depend on me. There are decisions I need to make, paths I must choose, and each one feels like walking on a tightrope over a pit of uncertainty.

He glanced up from his cards, meeting Aoife's gaze with a thoughtful expression. But you're right about the past. It's taught me that dwelling on the 'what ifs' only ties us to regret. I suppose the challenge lies in finding the courage to forge ahead, despite those uncertainties.

Garryn paused, a half-smile quirking his lips. As for the bets, I'll gladly accept your terms for the next round. And who knows, maybe by then, I'll have a clearer answer to your question.

@Aoife Hawke