The guards? Please. Whatever it is that's outside, he doubts that the guards will be much use about it. He is one of the greatest mages of the age, they are a bunch of men with sticks. Strange knows who he'd put his money on. So, Strange looks over at Shura, giving her a slightly incredulous expression.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," Strange says, as he goes to the coatrack. He picks up a heavy winter coat and hat and starts doing up the buttons: he's definitely going outside. "And when I return? We'll play chess."

What an intensely boring game.