"Clay?" Eddie puzzled, the crease between his brow deep. Clay. Something Jinn would be aware of. Would think of before he did. That so many people had interacted with.
"The shatranj?" His words sounded somewhere between a question and a statement. It had to be what Jinn was thinking about. The bits made sense. Almost. "But then why has nothing happened to you?" He asked, turning to look at Jinn himself.
He looked back to J'mon, "Do you think you would know it if you touched it?"