The break didn't last long, but it sure hell gave people motivation and hope.
Beer tankards were still clinking when Pearl clapped again, louder this time, and the sound cut across the hall like a blade.
"Alright, enough. Please return to your seats and quiet back down, we'll have this over in a matter of minutes."
The room shifted, chairs creaked, mugs on hand as they quietly celebrated their victory, boots scuffed against the stone as people filed back into their seats. A few last-minute chuckles and whispers died out, though I noticed a few players still had that glassy, overexcited look of people who'd just been told they were rich, while some are dead-staring at Olga and the seven victims, who ruined their lunch.
