“"Lets face it, the oracle whispered (as he always did and noone really knew why), you theatrefolks dont know the game. You are supposed to catch the ball, not contemplate over it, or make a note in your head how to do it next time... or yes, that is what you should do. Remember real life and all will be easier. Remember the game. Suddenly the elves started to chat like mad, he had never seen it before. They had always been very quiet. And he realised he found the way to progress and finally success. But he needed more cash, the win was just lucky, nothing else. The small halflings hit hard, but he was satisfied with the hits. Some at least. The oracle, Bengt was his name, sat down and meditated over the death of the greatest theatreman in modern history."”