Both of them seem to follow the metaphor fairly easily, though Tysinni, an avid Mortality player, nods along in agreement, clearly envisioning it in her head, though she winces, at the size of the board image he conjures. As he dismisses the illusion, the Emperor pulls out a small bottle of some alcohol he had hidden in his throne, and takes a long swig from it. "Daddy! I thought we got rid of all of that, years ago." "I kept a few bottles, well hidden, in case of emergencies, like this one." He shakes his head. "And I thought my politics were difficult. Then again, my job would be easy, too, if I could do half of what you can."