"It is. Everything has a value, a weight. Every movement must be thought, considered, long before you make it."

She grunts a little, bemused or frustrated, the expression is apparently the same. A little pinch of tension at the middle of her brows, a twitch in the corner of her mouth. It's brief as she looks up from her movements to his face.

"We have two Gods that we all call our own, whether they be Xici or myself. The Watcher and her lover, the Hunter. In their name, we offer games, songs, plays, art - for their entertainment in the hopes that they find it favorable. So play as best as you can, the greater the match, the more favourable they will be."