"Don't tell me you're scared! A ten percent of my stock if one of you succeeds," Oliver dared.
"Are you seriously gambling ten percent of your stock?" Rey made sure. As a Barga, he didn't have that much say in Tarantula because of how little their share was compared to the other members. Of course, he would not throw this golden chance away.
"What's the proof of winning the bet, then?" Nakula prodded, seemingly interested in this bold play.
"Before that, are you willing to bet that much?" Oliver goaded again.
"I'm out," Gesang raised up his hands.
On the other hand, Gibran was too busy checking over the documents on the table before him.
"Okay, count me in," Rey stated, and with him, Nakula followed. For Rey himself, losing his share would be grave. He could lose the little influence he had on Tarantula.
