Gargon sniffed, a smug smile on his face, content not to say anything for now. He arranged his pieces with nimble fingers, letting his haughty air overpower everyone on the table with its stench. Aime stifled a blush as she was forced to clear her seat so that Gargon might play. He hardly noticed her.
In contrast to Oliver, Gargon fielded six archers amongst his ranks, as well as a balanced mix of spear and sword infantry, and a pair of cavalry units. He noted Oliver's lack of those.
"Typical of a commoner to want to keep things simple," he said. "Well, I am ready. White goes first, so I'll begin, I suppose. Bowmen, forward."
Because the constraints of the pieces' movement was closely tied to the students' own command of them, Oliver had noted the tendency to skip calling out the number of squares that you wanted the pieces to get sent forward – because they typically wouldn't be able to move that far anyway.
