** Sall sits in the Arms quietly, a look of extreme concentration and almost pain on his face. The house of cards infront of him is almost complete, four storeys tall, and a slight gleam of pride can be seen in his eyes as he reaches forward with the last card.
But from across the Inn, he picks out the exagerrated tales of the blow to the Silver Crescent Slavers... and pauses.... his hand hovering still over the card pyramid. A wide grin spreads over his face as he listens to the tale... and slowly, places the final card atop the building.
A mention of Dragons and Bears storming the Shar's fortress comes to his ears, and with a slight chuckle, he leans back on his creaking chair, a rather smug, and proud look on his face.....
... a few seconds later, unable to hold his weight... the chair legs snap, and he smashes to the floor roughly with a colourful curse, landing on his butt.
The table rocks ever so slightly, and, in an almost painstaking slowness of time... his house of cards comes toppling down. **