The tarvan fell silent, looks of astonishment flashing in everyone's eyes leading Ron to conclude this was the first time they'd ever heard of the new game.
"I didn't know this before I agreed to play you. If that's the case, I no longer want to…" He was on the edge of forfeiting when he felt someone's hand press down on his shoulders.
His eyes flew upward and he squinted it in astonishment seeing it was Karl.
He'd known Karl for ten years, and in those ten years, he had a feeling this man was hiding something.
He smiled the most when drunk, but was always brooding when sober.
Why it was like that, he didn't know, but recalling Karl was in his right senses at the moment, he waited to hear what the big plan was.
"The game has already started. If you forfeit, the highborns will be entitled to my necklace." The words had barely left Karl's mouth when someone walked by with a mug of ale.
The smell shot straight to his brain and his pupils dilated.
