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Mora still seemed largely neutral to the game by the time they landed but Delair had been invested at least, cheering as she won the last round.

“Me and Mora are tied with two wins each! We’ll need to break it later!”

“Fine.”

“And Ben, you’re really bad at this! Even Sachel won once.”

“What do you mean, even Sachel?” The oracle asked. “Why wouldn’t I win once?”

“I’m just saying is all, Ben’s pretty bad at this.”

“Eh, games with any element of chance have never been my strong suit,” He shrugged. “Although I’m a lot better at anything without randomness than I used to be. Let’s see you take me on in something like that later then kiddo if you think you’ve got what it takes.”

“You’re on!”

With the many changes to his mental structure, he could actually put up a good challenge against Thera and Sonya in games like chess or low mage by then, able to think dozens of potential moves ahead in a way that brought his nearly one hundred percent loss rate significantly closer to fifty instead. A fact that still kind of confounded him when he looked at the thousands of minds in his head yet still couldn’t manage a perfect victory but one he’d accepted, happy to take whatever wins he could get.

With plans for a future rematch made though it was time to do what they’d gone there for despite what was by all accounts a late hour, with Ben looking at the two dryads with him.

“Okay, I need someone to grab me Hentath since she needs to know about this too while I talk to Fontesh.”

“I’ll do it!” Delair said, grabbing Mora by the hand and running off with the great spirit before he could react in any way, with Thera getting up to follow.

“I’ll watch them so we’ll be right back.”

“Okay, that leaves Sachel with me. Come on, let’s explain things to your cousin.”