Helena kept the arrow drawn, the fletching brushing her cheek as she aimed straight at the center of Keres' chest.
Her fingers locked around the grip, knuckles pale from pressure.
"I'm not stupid, Fateless," she threw over her shoulder, eyes still on Keres. "And I'll bet thirty stakes that the man you chose isn't the prophesied player. You are."
A sharp ding cut through the chamber. The Runic board system panel flashed into existence right in front of her, bathing her face in cold blue light.
[Do you want to bet 30 stakes on this 'claim'?]
She lifted her gaze to the panel and nodded. "Yes."
The panel vanished.
Helena lowered her bow, the string relaxing with a soft creak, and let out a heavy breath that fogged briefly in the stale air.
