"The rules Fortune laid out at the start of this round of Synodiporia," he answers succinctly, before taking another sip of his drink. "I can explain a few of them outright, as there are no confidential stipulations on those. And there are a few more that I can explain because the majority of the Travelers understand them and could tell you much the same. But there are many that I cannot discuss."

His bony fingers drum on the table a few times - clikclikclik, clikclikclik - before he tries to simplify his response. "I suppose you could think of it as... a curse, of sorts. Using the crude game metaphor for Synodiporia, I am bound by Fortune's Law not to discuss the extent of the game as long as it is still her round of play."