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Belen placed her stone and then breathed out, claiming that Crowfeather had won the game. The dark figure glanced down to their row of pebbles. He was not sure how he had come out victorious, but it was nice to have shared that moment with someone who did not seem to want something from him. The seer offered her a small laugh.

Okay! We can play anything else.

Crowfeather was eager to hold his company, not wanting to be left alone. He would have played anything with the Fellahin, if it meant that he would have someone there. Her words were soft, and she had remarkable light in her eyes. Perhaps, Belen could be a friend…