The tension in the room is palpable, both humans and elves unsure of who will attack first. It is comforting to Gulo, it keeps his mind sharp. He looks at the man sitting oposite to him, the halfing slave, he moves his piece hap hazardly, not truly paying attention to the game "You are a...Cleric then? Thou you could be an elf wizard, I could never tell the difference. I found such study a waste of time for someone like me."