Even though Maple Syrup's breathing had grown heavier with anger, she didn't storm off. Within seconds she'd forced her expression back under control, head bowed, calm and quiet, waiting for the game to begin.
She knew exactly how to handle someone like Captain. With arrogant egomaniacs, silence was the sharpest blade.
Everyone at the table who recognized him had the same thought and the same plan: pretend ignorance.
The round table wasn't large—one careless gesture could brush another player's sleeve.
"Well then, let's begin," Captain said brightly. His tone was light, almost cheerful. He spread his hands across the surface, and a divine white card shimmered into being at the table's center. Silver runes rippled across its back before he flipped it over.
First card: "This one once proposed marriage to a god."
Every player's head snapped up at once.
What? Who?
Each saw the same look of shock on the others' faces.
Quex exhaled. "...You're all good actors."
