Ras looked at the chess board and frowned then flicked over the knight, though it was a playful gesture. “I never did like horses. Alright, well I’ll get you next time. I’ll just get you drunk on the finest of wines and purest of mana to give myself an advantage.” He grinned teasingly and his clone vanished. “Simple meal and a half sandwich? I can manage that. But, Sylavandra, if you complain that your meal is too simple I’m going to ask Animus make you a highly nutritious stew, and she has no sense of taste.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>