Capítulo 41: Identity

"What are you guys waiting for? Dig in!" I encouraged.

Slowly, they began to take part in our little feast. The jugs of beer were slowly downed. And by the time we had our fill, I knew it was opportune for a game. 

I clapped my hands together to get their attention. "Gentlemen—why  don't we play a game?" I suggested. Nobles, commoners—people still like games, right?

"What for?"

"To get to know one another."

"What need is there for us to know one another?" Alva retorted. I looked at him with a small smirk.

"Why the timid spurning, Alva? Scared of a little challenge? Or are you just bad with games?" I roused.

"Your attempt at setting one's cap is terrible."

I blinked. What now? 

"What game?" Dustan piped up just in time to save me from the embarrassment that was beginning to settle in.

I looked at Dustan and smiled. "A drinking game."

"What?" They all echoed.