"You're pretty solid for an elf, knife ears."
So far not a single piece has been taken, while the board got messy with the blockade in the center. At the first glance, it looks like White was currently pushing. But that's just how the King's Tribesman Defence works.
"Likewise," Blaz replied. "But you have centuries of experience in chess, you know well this is merely a standard move."
"Or are you mocking me?"
"Wha— no! Wait… are you saying I'm old!?" Maria aggressively sent back a question.
"Compared to me? Yes."
"Haha hehe, very funny knife ears." She went sarcastic. "How old are you?"
"25."
"25!? Impossible! You impotent fuckers age slower than slithering snail!" Her face turned red as she bumped the armrest of her chair.
"Fine…" Blaz sighed. Though not to the conversation, but to the fact that this place has no time nor clock. Meaning this whole place was built to stall someone inside. "Times it by 5."
