Rus tsks. "Damn shame," he says. "I did offer to show some of the others how it's done," he goes on. "But no one was interested." He pouts.
"That's the problem," he shrugs. "I might not be able to. Children can be so..." he struggles to find the right word and can't. Rus does an exaggerated bow. "My pleasure," he grins. "Let me see now," he pretends to frown seriously. "Three throws per turn, bulls-eye scores triple, no overt use of magic and if you put someones eye out you automatically win but you have to buy drinks for the house." He raises an eyebrow. "Sound all right to you?"