"Then how about a little wager?" Keldon offered with a smile only a merchant could pull off. "If Oliver wins the first round, you owe us a round of drinks."
"Considering the loyal patronage of the Practor Family, I think some cheap drinks are worth betting. But what do we get after his loss?" asked Reginol.
"What do think would be fair?"
"Hmm… How about you teach us about your mystery candidate?"
"No deal…"
Surprised to see Hurman intervening in their game, Reginol asked, "Why so grumpy? Did the old man wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"If you want to know about Oliver, you'll need to bet more than drinks."
"Oh… interesting…" Smirking, Reginol thought carefully about Hurman's words. "Then maybe we should hold off on our game."
"What? Aren't you a betting man by nature?"
