[ reno winks. the gesture is a playful one. kaveh grins in turn, leading them from the dance floor to the outer edges where the tables are. he takes a seat with his back to the wall, gesturing for reno to sit not so much across from him as a single chair over, just enough so that they can catch their elbows on the edge of the circular table.

it's been some time, kaveh thinks, since he's done any kind of tests of strength. he rolls up sleeves, pushing back the silken line of his blouse so he can plant his elbow onto the table proper. workman scars line his arm where lumber has scraped past skin, or a blade has cut in deep during a scuffle. ]

We used to as young men play like this all the time, especially in the Kshahrewar against our craftsmen peers, but it's been some time since I've had the impetus. Do you know the rules?