Furley looked down at the cards, once more, fanning through the deck. They were certainly magnificent works of art, indeed. He'd enjoyed playing the game, and he'd found that it brought people together in taverns and gave them something to share a drink over.
The more and more he looked at the set, the more curious he became, and recalled his conversation with the merchant.
"So, what exactly are they?"
"I don't know. Some form of game. It's an ancient game, originating from Gondor".
He highly doubted that, but it intrigued him.
"There's several of the cards dotted around Middle Earth" he continued. Also doubtful. "The rules are simple. You have five stats, and each card has a number. You pit the cards against one another..."
He went on to explain it for quite some time, and the more and more he had listened, the more and more Furley had become intrigued. He'd asked around, and nobody had really heard of it. He'd played a few games with Bexly, and they'd both bonded over it when they met. They'd played with a few others, also, and there seemed to be potential in it.
Stroking his stubble, he thought on it, and bit his lip, coming to a decision.
"If anyone knows about this, it'll be the Mathom Society. They're bound to know about these things".
And with that, he was off. If this was based upon an old card game, he'd find it. If it wasn't, then perhaps he'd create one himself based upon the merchant's myth.
Either way, there was adventure that took him from behind his desk, and it excited him. Before he grabbed his cloak and hood, he smiled to himself.
"This time, I'll tell Daphnee where we're going".
