Vol frowned at her, and looked at Penelope. Penelope turned away, pouting, tired of the game. She leaned her head against Vale's shoulder instead, and closed her eyes, willing sleeping to come. She wondered what time of night it was – it certainly felt late.
A few moments later, her attempts at sleep were interrupted with a loud clatter, as three sets of arms were sent crashing to the table, along with the men attached to them. Once more, with apparent ease, Vol had defeated them all, using only his two fingers.
"I don't understand, Ser Fieldcarer!" Lady Tiller said, her smile wide with intoxicated excitement. "How in the world is that possible? Are all Yarmdon men like this?"
"If they were, my Lady, our country would have perished long ago, I fear," Ser Fieldcarer said, gently nursing his battered hand. "I think that Vol to be a rare breed, even amongst them."
