I’m sitting there, watching my opponent. They’re analyzing the board. I look at their eyes, fixed on the board, and try to see what they’re looking at. 

“Is it my space? Surely it can’t be my space.” 

I glance back at my hand, with just a 3 and a 4 and a single forrest card I only have one option left on the board to place my hut this round. If he goes there’ll I’ll be out of options. Surely he won’t go there. It’s only the third round and the available spaces are plentiful. 

He grabs his hut and begins to lay down his cards.