Caladeran's mouth clamped shut for a moment as he threw his darts in uncomfortable silence.
EDIT: Whoops, forgot my flaw ... 6, 19, and 13 are the correct numbers.
After a few moments, he spoke softly. "Perhaps a different line of conversation. As well ask me to explain why the wind has no color ..."
The duskblade returned to his drink, waiting for his next turn.