Reinholdt/Ari/Damia | OUTSIDE THE BLUE WREN CAFE - 4:40PM
Ari couldn’t help a slight raising of her brows in surprise. The guildmaster surely wouldn’t have guessed wrong -- was he, perhaps, attempting to cause them to doubt his identity? But no, the voice was distinctly his. There was no doubt in her mind with whom they were speaking, regardless of the costume and everything else.
Just another game, then.
“Well, dearest,” she said, turning to Damia, “they do say flattery will get you everywhere. Was that your card?”
The blonde clucked her tongue, her mind going to the same place. He wouldn’t have guessed wrong; this was on purpose. Ah, no other way to determine their position on the board until they played the game.