[Calliope has arrived in a very incognito state: hood pulled down, gloves covering scaly clawed hands, and a scarf covering her mouth. Her large green eyes dart around once to take in the scene, then she's settling in with her chess board to wait for a challenger.]
[She sets the pieces up carefully, white army oriented toward herself, keeping only the queen. That piece she cradles in a palm, idly rolling and rotating it between her fingers.]