"Hmhm, that's good!" she says. "As befits you. Leading us along the quest is a part of your archetype, right?"

She thinks again for a moment. "So what I know before seeing the game board is this: the board is probably the Grid, based on what my compatriots have divined from Liminal Space, or somewhere else in its universe, just as we've apparently been to three different points on the Earth where that horrible cat-bug-demon rules an empire. The Grid is where you made your grand debut of rule-breaking for the sake of your reclusive canine associate - he's no longer secluded on that world, but I don't see him having an interest in returning there off-turn, so he's unlikely to be participating. Unless I've miscounted, the only ones of your number who haven't had a turn this round are yourself and the Empress, although I don't know your rules for wildcards and if I was running this, I'd be tempted to pit you against Lovers in a rematch."

That was a fair bit of talking without getting to a point even for her, so she pulls out her pipe and lights it to pause for a moment. "Am I on a reasonable path so far?"