"Very well. I suppose I'll start with the ones the Travelers have solidified. Firstly, at least one Arcanum is chosen as a host for each Jaunt, and win conditions for each host are agreed upon among all hosts. If a condition is met, the successive Liminal Space will be crafted by the winner. If no conditions are met, Liminal Space is to be a punishment." He frowns visibly at that, but continues nonetheless. "This round of Synodiporia has three phases. We are currently in phase three, which is the tournament bracket as discussed previously. The second was the deciding round, seeing who would advance to the third round. The winner of the third round will gain the World."

He pauses again to let those set of rules sink in. "Now, as to the rules with no confidential stipulations. If you die in a Jaunt, you return to Liminal Space after some time, depending on how difficult of a death it was and how often you have died. If you die in Liminal Space, I will personally see to your full recovery. However, the so called 'Dead' Arcana are not under my jurisdiction, as 'Death' would imply. They are completely and absolutely gone. Lastly, we gain players in this round by Fortune's design, and they, the Travelers, are sorted and distributed to our teams according to our virtues... our idioms, if you will. I have already gone into some detail of why you were among my Chosen, miss Malin. I am sure ROSE could have told you something similar, miss Maria. Or is it Missus yet?"

And then Death takes a drink from his glass.