Calliope listens keenly, nodding along and clasping her claws in front of her robe. She appreciates how straightforward and well laid out the rules of this game are, and there's even a little narrative to it - one is either just judge of the guilty, or cunning savior of the innocent. It is perhaps a bit grim, but then, losing always is. Pieces are slaughtered left and right in chess, especially when one's bloody immature opponent eats them afterwards. She can but hope this stranger and his marvelous beast are less sore losers.

She considers the rules for a moment, raising her left hand to her mouth and thoughtfully tapping a claw against a canine tooth, too absorbed in the game to realize she's producing a soft clicking sound. "What about place names?" she asks, needing the rules to allow for no confusion. "And is it limited to only one language? I suppose it must be, to one which both players speak equally fluently."