Told from the Perspective of the Village Chief:
I rubbed my chin, wondering if I should attend the meeting next month the feudal lord arranges for updates about his territory. A bottle of whisky wasn't helping today too, but I still broke the lid and dumped the last remainders of the drink into my mouth. My wife would somehow help clean the mess later.
My headache increased since it was terrible to owe money to the other village chiefs. I didn't think I would go overboard that day with the gambling. It was a simple card game. I had to guess if the card I picked would be revealed when the dealer flipped the card.
Unfortunately, my world came crashing down when the village chief next to my village had his predicted card to be revealed instead. He laughed loudly like he was proclaiming his
