[OOM:
Last night my son taught me about war...]
Sometime that night, Therem makes his way down to the bar. He's feeling hungry and restless. When he goes to get a beer and some fish jerky, Bar also gives him a piece of thick, yellow parchment with a grid drawn on it in fancy red ink, and a little bag of black and white stones. Therem knows what it is, and thanks her, quietly, before tucking it into his pocket and taking his food and drink to a booth. There he spreads out the parchment and sits sorting the stones while nibbling solemnly at the fish jerky.
Those who do not know him will see a person of uncertain gender, with dark skin and black hair, an inch or two shy of five feet in height, wearing loose white pants, an undecorative brown tunic-style shirt, and no shoes. His face is unreadable, his motions exact and purposeful but with a quick, light grace.
Those from Earth and its variations will note that he has on the table a game set for Go. The way he's rearranging the stones to make patterns suggests he could use a partner to play it with.