"Queste non sono le cifre con cui gioco di solito..."

There were ten of them: four girls, five boys, all teenagers, and a short, stocky saint with a weird hat. It was like a cap with a duck bill on it. "Il satiro ha un buffo cappello," he said.

He frowned more at the figure, dividing the figures between them. "Va bene allora. Io interpreterò i greci e tu i romani." He didn't know how he knew that. He shuffled again, then held out the deck for Naoya to cut.