Everyone was there save Phai, who was sent for an errand by Aristotle himself. They were huddled together in a small circle playing Morra*.
Each was guessing the numbers and laughing loudly when guesses were wrong. Alexander was not doing well. All his guesses were going horribly. He knew that he was too distracted. But he couldn’t help it. He was too distracted. Phai was gone for a few hours and he was not back yet. It went from bad to worse when he lost to Cassander.