Time passed. Victor and the Duke were still locked deep in conversation while Devotion and Ysmir just sat their, bored and a little confused. It wasn't that Devotion couldn't understand what they were talking about, but more so that he wasn't creative enough to come up with nearly as many solutions as they were immediately rejecting. It was odd.
"What number am I thinking of?" Ysmir suddenly said, breaking the silence between them.
"What?" Devotion replied.
"To pass time. It's a game. You have to guess what number I'm thinking of, between one and ten." Ysmir explained.
"So it's all luck? No skill involved? What kind of game is that? Also, you forget we can read each other's thoughts, Ysmir. It's seven. Where are you learning all this outlandish shit?" Devotion replied.