Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

“I don’t suppose many are generous on the battlefield. Just coarse,” she bites. It’s a challenge, it’s a wager to see how far Naberius allows a fellahin to sink her claws.

She rolls. Her eyes flick to the board. In a final play she clears her remaining pieces. She raises her chin.

“I’m afraid you’re at my mercy now, Prince.”