"Something like that," Isaiah agrees with a wry little smile. "Though I think Coppertale will win on the end. We aren't aggressive enough to stand up to their raids."

He plays a few notes, not looking, and then the first few bars of the piece he's been working on obsessively for several years now. He's not really doing it consciously. It's a thing to do with his hands while he thinks. Then, "Do you want to talk about it?"