Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

The pieces were moving.
Nazli was so intent on knowing the game and doing well with it, she did not notice as the conversation shifted. It was a fun game but she was not used to doing quick math, and so she lagged a little with that.
As to the question, she answered simply, He has always seemed unhappy here, and then realized how the genuine comment might be misconstrued, or thinking herself rude for making it, she blushed. She moved a stone.
—but otherwise, he is a fine neb. One who happened to like his drinks, she thought, but having recently tried the fine wine herself Nazli could see no fault in it; she was innocent.