in times of yore, when the sun would set on our grand kingdom, we, the knights of the realm, would gather in the great hall. 'twas there, amongst the flickering candlelight, we'd push aside our daily toils to delve into the world of cards, a pastime that did more than merely entertain—it served to reignite the bonds of camaraderie that the crucible of battle had forged. these gatherings were not pre-indicative of mere frivolity, but rather, they addressed unavowed requests for unity and respite in our tireless vigil. in the heart of the game, each stratagem and jest served to weave us closer, reminding every soul present that beyond the armor, we were brethren first.