"A Renaissance." He arched an eyebrow, still looking at the board; it was clear he thought the term a little overly confident. His knight took her pawn, resulting in an impressive if not particularly inspired shower of stone shards. He didn't bother with the dust - he expected it would disappear on its own, although one never knew. "It's possible. I'd like a few less new additions next year, to be perfectly honest." It was only natural to go through a few before finding someone who intended to stay until she was a hundred and fifty years old, but it always felt a little like a waste when someone left after one year or two. "But it's not for everyone, I suppose."