“The beaming and tanned sphere of Sheikh Kovert is dimly visible once again... obscured by the scattered veils of numerous belly-dancers.

A layer of icing sugar covers everything and everyone.

"Fortune smiles upon my ventures once again!" he belches;
"Every match brings a new celebration, our season runs as smoothly as the golden legs of my many concubines! Delicious!"

"This match was the most amicable I've seen! Neither of us gave any quarter, but no serious injuries eventuated... even after being muscled around by my hardy dervishes, these clever elves have joined in the post-game festivities... some sweet wines and light ales that complement the delicacies for which I am becoming famous!"

"Well Played, Mr Miyuso, may your hangover be the worst of your injuries for the rest of the season! Treat yourself to another baclava!"”