"What're you playing?"

"It's called devilpin."

"...Because you're attacking the devils. Just to be clear here."

"Nose." He throws a dart.

It goes wide, bouncing off the wall and clattering to the floor.

He laughs. "You're up to fifteen. Aren't you Erastil-types supposed to be good at hunting?"

"Shut up."

"Tongue."

She throws the dart.

It strikes the wooden carving of a devil right in the middle of its tongue.

"That brings me down to six."

"Sooner or later you're going to have to stop just saying tongue each time."

She is really very sure that she can keep chipping away at one point every round until she wins, but she's not going to say that.

"Are you in?" he says to Conradí. "Ten silver to buy in."

"Hey, you can't bring someone in mid-round."

He glances at the wooden board. "Nah. ...Hey, bet you a gold you can't hit it square in the eyes."

"Eyes aren't one of the options. It's horns, nose, tongue."

"What, are you saying you can't do it?"

Eyeroll. "Horns."

The dart hits the board, a little to the left of the nose.

Damn, he was hoping he'd take the bait. He's going to see if anyone else is playing a more interesting game.