Post by kevna on Mar 29, 2021 13:44:48 GMT -5
Asirikai – Lord Holder Candidate
He heard the musing of the captain and smiled ruefully. Maybe it was the beginning of the effects of the alcohol that had made him say next time… He wasn’t sure he would actually do this again. It would be more dangerous once he was actually Lord Holder, and there was more at risk then just questions. He didn’t like gambling. He was a man of work not chance. But his head was getting heavier.
“Well, that next time comment has me curious. Do you plan to continue to humor my games if you win out? I would enjoy having a Lord Holder I can drink with. I’d be perfectly willing to do so in your own quarters. I doubt you’d like to go stumbling drunk about Mavros as its new Lord, eh?”
Technically there were two questions there, and he answered them easily. “Well, if I become Lord Holder I suspect the only way to get anything out of you is to play your games. You are… Quite the reticent man.” His frustration was plain, it was harder to hide his feelings at this point, but he gave an amused smile. “Though I may have games of my own you will have to humor.” He shook his head, and then downed the last of his whiskey in the glass, giving another sour look at the taste. The facial expression was more intentional. Let the captain think it was too strong. Maybe he would relax a bit. He grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured himself another glass. He chuckled, “Aye, I wouldn’t indeed, my stumbling isn’t quite Lordly, Mavros doesn’t need to see me drunk...” He was grateful at the options the older man gave him, though doubted he trusted anyone, or wished to rely on anyone to get back to his place. He would rest on a cot here for a couple of hours before making his trek back. “I would be grateful for a cot, thank you Treyjen.”
He grabbed the deck of cards and shuffled them, having to focus on keeping his movements steady. It was difficult. He began dealing as the third question rolled in, and Asirikai raised an eyebrow. He didn’t think losing was much of an option for him at this point. There were no other options during the pass for him, no good ones at least. Shards, he couldn’t lose. He wouldn’t go back to Cove, one way or another. He swallowed back anger that seemed to come to the surface more readily as he thought of his father, and his pompous attitude that he had been right all along. He wouldn’t be right. But he did have a plan for if he was… He leaned back with cards in hand, but didn’t look at them, instead looked at the captain.
“I plan on getting a ship of my own, joining the trading business. Maybe heading north and seeing where the waters and my ambition take me. If I lose. Though I doubt I'll find something as promising as Mavros.”
He organized his cards and looked up at the captain with a broad smile as Treyjen asked the fourth question. “Ah, but captain, I’m torn. As much as I wish to give you that answer, we did not bargain four questions.” He gestured with his free hand, “It’s your bet. Maybe you will get the answer from me. Maybe not.” Shards he hoped he did get the answer from him. It was important that people knew his policies and standing. At the same time, Asirikai truly wished for his own questions to be answered. A conundrum indeed.