[center][h1][b][color=00aeef]Chres Sansus[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

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Chres cocked his head  slightly at Octavio's words.  Throughout their whole discussion thus far, Chres had been trying to piece out exactly who this man Octavio was. The man wore the clothes of a nobleman, and yet the name Octavio did not ring familiar in the slightest. Perhaps Gin had simply given the man a fake name to throw the rest of them off, as he did for Karina. That was most certainly a possibility, A possibility that Chres could not ignore. 

... And yet... and yet... They had met the curious man in a run down Inn. A curious place for a richly nobleman to stay. Perhaps then he was not such a [i]richly[/i] noble, Chres had initially thought. But then that bottle of wine, Octavio offered, had been a rather expensive looking. A vintage of wine Chres would have thought better tucked away in a cellar, to be opened for only the most special of occasions. For that matter, why exactly was this nobleman carrying around a bottle of wine in the first place? Certainly a man of his stature could afford to pay for exquisite wine with what he would probably consider mere pocket change.

Something didn't quite add up with the man. It was far too soon for Chres to put his finger on exactly what was wrong but with each word the man spoke, Chres was able to piece together a more complete picture of his identity.

So when Octavio had stated that the pieces of Chres's game looked different than the ones in the palace, the immediate question in Chres's mind was which palace? Did he mean The Shining Palace, which stood at the heart of the City of Irissia? The Shining Palace was the only castle in the land with the word 'Palace' in its name. So it made sense to Chres this would be the Palace that Octavio was referring to. Plus, Octavio's accent did match with that of a person raised in the Nation of Sight. However there were some obvious problems to this line of reasoning.

For one, the owners of said palace were The King and Queen of the Nation of Sight. If Octavio was a nobleman, as Chres had initially assumed, then why had he not just said that the pieces didn't look like the ones back at 
his own home, or in his manor? Surely he owned a set for himself. Perhaps then, he wasn't a nobleman after all... Perhaps Octavio worked at the palace in a very high position... But then if that was indeed the case, then what in the love of all senses was this odd man doing here and not back in the palace?

None of it added up in Chres. Though instead of inquiring further, he decided to not comment at all. Instead, he would sweep this new piece of the puzzle into his pocket for future use. He would figure out who this man was eventually. He simply needed time.

[color=00aeef]"Thanks... I think?"[/color] Chres said with a smile, staring out the window as he spoke. [color=00aeef]"They might not be as fine as what you are use to, but they work just as well. Now, you go first then. We'll start with the sense of Sight."[/color] 

So and the game began. Octavio made his moves while Chres stared out the window, keeping watch. When Octavio finished his moves, Chres took a quick glance at the board, quickly made his moves, and then turned his attention back to the window. Play continued as such. When each of Chres's turns began, he would take a sweeping glance as before, and move his pieces as if he had already planned 10 steps ahead. And then... back to keeping watch out the window. 

Chres had plenty of practice of playing in such a manner. Although it appeared quite intimidating to an average player, the truth was Chres was barely paying half a mind to his moves and proper strategy. So any proper player may be wary at first, but they would quickly pick up on the fact Chres's moves were simply not strategically sound. 

It always amused Chres to play with his opponent's expectations like this. For it put his opponent off guard the moment Chres decided to play for real. Tonight, however, was not such a night for Chres to focus 100% on his play. For tonight, Chres was on watch duty. Winning a game of The Senses was not the priority here. Rather, keeping watch and making sure everyone else survived the night was his priority. 

And so the night continued, quite dully as such. Some games Chres won. Others had Octavio come out as the victor. In the end, none of it truly mattered. After all, it was simply a way to pass the time. 

Night turned to day, and the Distortion's green sun rose in the north...