With a wave of her hand, the All-Seer summoned six candles around the table and lifted the two coins in the air.
"Take your pick, Warden. The coin that you choose will decide your fate," she said.
Xander looked at the newly minted silver coin first and then turned his attention toward the ancient brass coin which was full of scratches and had chipped edges.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll take the silver one."
The All-Seer smiled meekly and replied, "An interesting choice. You're certainly not the humble kind. You like to seize the opportunities that come your way."
"And I don't know why I shouldn't," Xander said. "Now, if you really want me to play this game, you'll have to let me move my hands and legs."
"Of course, Warden," the All-Seer said, blowing out a handful of gray dust in Xander's face.
