Neveah's eyes were full of frustration as he rose from the opulent chessboard.
Three games, three losses.
LeNoir, across from him, remained always composed, what was going on in his mind only he knew.
Neveah didn't know why he was asked to play chess. The whole three games they were silent. He stood up to leave as he thought his purpose for coming here had failed.
His purpose was to somehow get LeNoir to be on his side. He failed today but he still had time to try again later.
As he stood and started walking to the door, LeNoir suddenly began speaking.
"Modred... he is ambitious, I'll grant him that. But ambition without brains is stupid and reckless... Blanche, however... she's a different story. She is ruthless, cunning, deceptive, manipulative and she can even betray her master to get ahead... Be careful of her."
" Thank you." Neveah said as he walked away.
