Adin rose, far angrier than Ulanain thought he had any right to be, and grabbed his coat from the back of his seat. “And here I was thinking I had you beat for once. Is there a game you won’t lose?”
“That’s the difference, I suppose. You think of it as a game.”
“I see.” The man twirled his coat over his shoulders, and at the movement, the few guards he had brought out for the night began to rise from their own table. “I feel tired suddenly, and I’ve meetings to accomplish in the morning. I think I will take my leave now, highnesses.”
“Don’t be that way Adin, it was only a game of cards.”
With a bow, Adin turned away and left the chamber. Ulanain called at his back for the man to return and drink a while longer, but it did not slow him in the least. His guard, four burly fellows that wo
