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[There are no real rooms in this game, but despite all the people, the Ring seems roomy enough that you can go off in a little huddle with your team without bumping elbows with any other team -- and if you’re the type to notice this sort of thing, you may realize that although you can still see and hear everybody else, their presence doesn’t really seem to intrude upon your discussion. It would be a stretch to say they’re muted. . . but somehow, things don’t get too loud or disruptive to your conversation.]

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[Nick hands someone on your team a shoelace, with a hopeful smile.]

Of course, if you don’t like it, you can trade it with a team that does.

Ah, excellent, I see you’ve chosen your tokens! Let us proceed. . . you see, I thought. . . well, these things may be trash, but surely they’re good for something. And to make a game of it, I thought. . . you might as well use your imaginations. So! Tell me, what is the best use you can imagine for your item?

They’re a bit sad looking, aren’t they? Your tokens, I mean. So now I ask that you glorify them. Imagine them as bigger, better versions of themselves. Like a child’s clay model of a horse transformed into a real, beautiful charger -- tell me about the secret soul of your token. What is it the shadow of, the seed of? If it could grow, what might it grow up into?

My word! That’s a great improvement. Now I start to see them as they might be -- or, perhaps, as they really are in secret. But this will not do! Such grand artefacts deserve grand names, and grand stories. So, tell me -- your glorified item. . . what would its name be? For as any ship and any good sword receives a name, so should your creations.