I see you're getting places.

[Sigrun has returned, looking rather put off, and she'll lean on Black. She heard the question and saw the answer.]

So if one of us won this game, we could've done anything we wanted to the old King. At the expense of everyone else. Great, grand, whatever.

Glory, darling, you didn't mention he wouldn't be able to talk. Or see me. Or do anything but use his shitty depth perception and cool magic to make everything go kaboom.

[That's the pain there. Sorry, Black, you're being held a little tight.]