[Theo sits at an outdoor chess table, alone save for his two crow familiars, smoking and talking to them. He wants someone to play against, but of course, is afraid to ask anyone. He looks over one of the pieces in his hand while talking to the birds.]

No, the one I had back home wasn't much better, but at least the design of the pieces were a bit more... stylish. Like everything in Mayfield, these are really bland-looking.

[One of the birds chatters at him.]

Not really, they still get the job done, I guess.