@altusredemptor | from here
“Like yourself, commander?” A knuckle rested against his lips as he peered at Cullen over the board, never devoting as much of his attention to the strategy of the game as he ought to, and devoting entirely too much to the man who sat across from him. Their idle chess conversations didn’t tend to wax this serious, but Dorian found himself alight with curiosity. “No, you’re far too humble for that.”
"There you are, answering your own questions again.”
There was a soft creak of leather as he leaned forward to more carefully survey their battleground. Unlike the mage, he was very invested in this particular match, almost impatiently waiting for Dorian to make his own play.
“But you’re right,”
It was an uneasy thing, considering the past. The morning seemed less tranquil for it, and he shifted back in his chair, resisting the urge to turn his gaze to the gardens. The Commander was all too aware of how quick those hands could be when it came to their games.
“Maybe I'd thought myself that once, but we were all young men once.”
