It was the traditional game of the region, played with 4 different colors of stones, called 'Accrisas', kept in an 'Allculs', or bucket. The old man who was teaching me the game had played a double check-twist, and I had to think hard about my next play. My hand idly twirled in my allculs as I thought, until he quietly told me to stop, that that was not allowed.
I apologized, asking about the origin of whatever mystical reason for the rule was.
"Nothing mystical about it, it's just really fucking annoying to hear that clattering all day. So stop."
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