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war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第28章

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 inches beyond what custom decreed to be the limits of the Bazaar; where all traders were required to shift their stalls to a different spot every sixty…six days。 Despite its lack of a signboard or other external advertisenotment; the establishment had always attracted a steady trickle of shoppers and merchants; and when the two masters descended the stair that ran from street level to the limestone door; Pharaun could hear considerably more sounds of revelry that usual。 There was laughter; animated conversation; and a longhorn; yarting; and hand…drum trio playing a lively tune。 The third string of the yarting was a little flat。
Ryld knocked with the brass knocker; whereupon a little panel slid open in the center of the door。 A pair of eyes peered out; then disappeared。 The portal swung open。
Pharaun grinned。 In all his visits there; he had never seen anyone turned away; and he suspected the business with the peephole was just an agreenotable bit of nonsense intended to make a visit to the Jewel Box seem even more piquantly criminal。 Perhaps the doorman actually would attempt to dissuade a female if one had sought admittance。
The low…ceilinged room beyond the threshold smelled of a sweet and mildly intoxicating incense。 The three musicians had crowded themselves onto a tiny platform against the west wall。 A few of the patrons were atnottending to the performance; but most had elected to focus on other pleasnotures。 At one table; half a dozen disheveled fellows tossed back their liquor simultaneously in what appeared to be a drinking contest。 Other males threw daggers at the target on the wall with a blithe disregard for the safety of those standing in the immediate vicinity of their mark。 Dice clattered; cards rustled and slapped; and coins scraped across tabletops as the lucknotier gamblers raked in their winnings。
Ryld studied his surroundings with his customary unobtrusive viginotlance; surreptitiously cataloging every potential threat。 Still; Pharaun was amused to see that his friend's eyes lingered on the web…shaped sava boards for an instant; which was likely all the time he required to analyze the four contests in progress。
Sava was an intricate game representing a war between two noble Houses…at least that was what it currently represented。 Pharaun had seen an antique set that recapitulated in miniature the drow's eternal struggle with another race; but such pieces had gone out of fashion long before his birth; probably because no player had wanted to be the dwarves。
With its grid like board regulating movement and its playing pieces of varying capacities; sava resembled games devised by many cultures; but celebrating the chaos in their blood the drow had found a way to intronotduce an element of randomness into what would otherwise unfold with a mechanical precision。 Once per game; each player could forgo his normal move to throw the sava dice。 If the spider came up on each; he could move one of his opponent's pieces to eliminate any man of its own color within its normal reach; a rule that acknowledged the dark elves' propensity for doing down their kin even in the face of a serious external threat。
Pharaun; who privately considered himself cleverer than Ryld; had always been a little chagrinned that he couldn't defeat the weapons master at sava; but alas; his friend wielded mother; priestess; wizard; warrior; orc slave soldier; and dice as brilliantly as he did a sword。 Indeed; he claimed that fighting and sava were the same thing; though Pharaun had never quite understood what the assertion meant。
The wizard clapped Ryld on the shoulder and said; 〃
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