Lyren continued their game against themself without so much as sparing a glance towards the newcomers, or even the minor disaster that had shaken the tavern a few minutes prior. That was, of course, minutes in relative terms. Purely subjective as all time was within the vast dream that was this and every other Verse. Not that Lyren minded naturally. They were well above such things after all.

Another piece moved.

The game continued.