Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #46: "King"
Eight sheaves, four dragons, the Weyrleader, and now... eleven hammers.
Across the table, poor G'bord turned white as snow - E'lek would've bet his last mark that the man held the two matching elevens, and wondered if the man would raise or fold. As the betting resumed, G'bord silently tossed another half-mark into the cirle. Unlucky or not, it was a damn good hand. Unlike E'lek's own, which would need every kind of freakish luck to be worth anything.
Slowly, the dealer placed the fifth card on the table.
Lord Holder.
Well. It seemed E'lek wouldn't be bluffing after all.
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