As the stranger produced a blade of his own, Saiden arched an eyebrow. Sliding his own cutlass back into its sheath, he examined the other man's sword. Then he nodded. "Guess ye don't." He glanced up from the weapon to meet those impossibly golden eyes again.
Hesitating for just a moment, the cook shrugged. "Eye." Trying to ignore the fingers of worry and dread curling in his gut, he rattled the bag of knucklebones again. "How do ye want to play this?" He narrowed his own eyes as he watched the other man. The Hali wasn't smiling now, his entire focus on the contest before him.
Hesitating for just a moment, the cook shrugged. "Eye." Trying to ignore the fingers of worry and dread curling in his gut, he rattled the bag of knucklebones again. "How do ye want to play this?" He narrowed his own eyes as he watched the other man. The Hali wasn't smiling now, his entire focus on the contest before him.
