Fortunately for September, Diarmuid understands the idea of points well enough. They had several games that used them back in his day. He might not know the finer details of how to play those games, but he does know what one has to do to win.

"That sounds like a game my father and Druid..." His voice trails off as his mind pushes his thoughts away from Roc for his own safety. Diarmuid is getting used to things like this happening, though, and quickly starts speaking again, "...my father and the druids would play. I don't know if they played with tiles though. I think it was more of a mental exercise."

Because...oral tradition and all...