582 - Spiking a Cleary

"Elsha… go in for Jorasa…
she only needs a moment or two more." 
Elsha nodded and picked up her helmet, but didn't get up.  They were still in the midst of mid-game.  The choir sang softly as the watching crowd
spoke quietly, a sea-murmur of bets made and changed, and commentary on the first set play.  Servants moved between the seats, offering refreshements. 

Jorasa sat, helmet off,