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Saros is somewhat troubled by the odd behaviour and decides to act, quietly incanting the spell to read the thoughts of those around him Detect Thoughts. Once cast he will scan the surface thoughts of all of the patrons within the the 30ft radius, not wanting to make any of them aware of his probing.
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Though somewhat seeming unsure of herself, Khan yet pulled out coin pouch and carefully opened it. "Mr. Ghee, if you would." She gestures suggestively to the pouch on the table, confident any lingering grung oil on the coin within to have long since dried up. "Three nights. No more. No less. For now and all." She explains. Just as soon as he has collected the necessary coin, the pouch is quickly put away once more.
With the transaction seen to one way or another, and having spied the return of her fellow Grungs, Khan relaxed in her seat with every intention of waiting until the two came forward with their findings. There would be a time for her to shine yet. But for now... patience. Though that said, her gaze would occasionally wonder over to the fighting pit.
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Passing Khan's instructions onto Tonk along with the required gold for a three night stay, Ghee orders another round of drinks for the party, pausing to allow the others to change their order away from ale.
"So Saros, Darrik, what brings you two tae Chult? It's aff the beaten path for most mainlanders?"
Darrik belches in contentment, then produces a tattered, hopefully just dirt-stained notebook from Moradin knows where.
"Imma scholar! Saros is too. Part of the, uh, Candleweep Botchers. We were sent here ta find some sort o' book with a third, a bird man, and the bird man went ahead and disappeared."
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Taking note of the dwarf's scarring, Bleep joins in on Ang's conversation and uses a little creative wording and hopes that Ang would pick up on the code (Thieves' Cant).
"A lot of trees around. Hard to imagine they could move such weapons without much damage to the wooded areas. Hardly a leaf was disturbed from what I've seen. Granted, disturbed leaves are hardly as indicative as a damaged trunk. That, and we had only come from one direction."
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Basically he attempting to point out the scars to Ang
Tonk eventually comes back with three room keys, and you deduce that each room contains two beds. He adds: "The keys are numbered. The room doors are numbered. It should be easy to sort it out."After Khan specifies her request, he delivers a price: "Six beds for three nights would cost 9 gold pieces. With the frogfolk poison surcharge, that comes to 13 gold and 5 silver pieces. If I add the four ales you are drinking, then that becomes 13 gold and 7 silver pieces."Ghee interrupts Tonk to order another round (4 ales) for the table, to which the bartender simply responds: "13 gold and 9 silver pieces."
While conversing with Ghee, Darrik gives Tonk a closer look. The bartender leaves shortly after to retrieve the additional ale.
@Darrik:
Through his thinning head of hair, you notice that the slow moving bartender has small scars around his temples and scalp. If he has been poked on the head that many times, then it could make sense that he behaves in the way he does. But this is just a guess on your part.
Though sitting among the others, Saros pays little attention to the exchange. Instead, the gnome decides to read the minds of a few of the people immediately around him.
@Saros:
Tonk Hammertoes' thoughts are as simple as his speech. He mostly only thinks about the topic of the conversation put in front of him. He thinks about ale, keys, rooms, coins, and grung poison on bed sheets. He seems to have an ease with dealing with numbers, though that sort of comes with the job.
A couple of the patrons within your reach are thinking about their mining jobs, the length of the contracts they have outstanding, or their families. One is having trouble to think about anything other than her next drink. A few others are having more lewd thoughts about fellow patrons around them, or considering betting on the fight ring bouts, or even joining a fight themselves. One of the patrons talking to Ang over there is thinking about goblins and siege weapons. Another client is thinking about buying meat in the morning from Nard's Meat Shop and cooking her family a special meal. Two others also seem to be thinking about buying supplies from Balick's goods; they are probably talking about it and that is why there is a group of them thinking about it simultaneously. That covers more or less 10 individuals you can read the surface thoughts of (one per round of the 1-minute-long spell.)
Unfortunately, you are too far from the fight ring itself to read the surface thoughts of those folks. In fact, the tavern floor is much larger than just the 30 foot radius of the spell. There is plenty of people who are beyond your range at the moment.
The small talk continues for a little while before Ang decides to prod her new friends about the goblins a bit further. One of the man looks around as to confirm their collective ignorance before responding: "What direction? That, I don't know. Never stopped to think about it. I guess I'll pay attention to it whenever I witness my first goblin attack." They all laugh a little more and Bleep arrives as this conversation is happening. The two grungs get the impression these patrons are not too worried about the goblins. The fact they have failed to breach the town's walls in the past is likely fueling that sense of confidence.
They all nod is agreement with Bleep's words, oblivious to the secret message the green grung is weaving within his speech. Ang understands it fully.
Before this conversation can advance any further, a bald, short human male approaches Ang and tosses some ale on her head. He challenges the purple grung: "Some of us around these parts don't like you poisonous frogfolk coming to visit. If you'd ask me, you'd stay on the other side of the wall. So, either go away now or follow me to the fighting ring!"
Bleep recognizes this man as one of the thugs collecting betting proceeds on the bookie's behalf just a few moments ago.
(OOC: The bill at this table is separate from the one on the party's table. It stands at only 2 silver pieces so far.)
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Taking a sip of ale before setting his mug down, Ghee takes a moment to savour the malty flavour. Then, what's this...oh a cheeky citrus note! This is an ale with taking note of.
Trying to determine whether he can place the 'candleweep botchers', Ghee takes another pull off his ale.
"Ah book ye say? Jungle o' Chult is an odd place tae look fer that kinda thing. Dangerous too, although ah guess working together should get is both what we're after. Safety in numbers an all that. Any title in particular ye after?"
What started out as only a passing interest in the bald man that left the arena, soon turned into a complete zeroing in on him after having spied his actions out of the corner of an eye. At which point any overheard words shared between the dwarves -- assuming she heard anything to begin with -- and all other concerns are blown away.
Wordlessly, Khan got up leaving any booze untouched, strolled right up behind the bald man, and after noisily popping her knuckles in hopes of getting his attention, the Great Khan would say a few words with narrowed eyes: "Two choices. Khan's Hunters left alone, or Khan repay rudeness. Choose quickly."She states, jabbing a thumb at her chest, and then punching her palm.
Shaking his head to clear his mind of the thoughts of those around him, Saros is a little confused with Darrik's question and responds in the same hushed whispers "Do you mean literally, or figuratively.....I have already touched his thoughts and they are really quite normal, simple even" but then assumes it is literally and focus on the bartender once more, this time physically assessing him.....
....until such time as the bald man steps close and threatens the Grung. Saros will take no immediate action other than to look beyond the man to any of his associates and will look for any signs that might give him any insight as to whether this is just racism or he has been put up to it ....
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Bleep tells the thug, "No matter which grung fights, it will be inadvisable to fight with fists. Opponent will just get sicker and sicker from our poison. No honor fighting a sick fighter."
(@MuggsHill: I'm choosing to reinterpret your investigation roll as a medicine check, so that would be an 18. Worry not, it is still high enough.)
While Tonk draws four more ale servings from a keg, Darrik points out his head scars to Saros. The gnome then examines the bartender from a distance, and continues to do so as he returns with four more mugs. Saros concludes that most of Tonk's scars are delicate, though some are a bit rougher. They have healed at different rates and times, and are indicative of repeated surgery or similar procedure.
While Saros examines, Ghee is lost in thought, trying to recall if he has heard anything about a group called "Candleweep Botchers." He hasn't, although the tower fortress of a similar sounding city named Candlekeep is world famous. He knows that, at least.
Khan is also lost in thought, though not for long. She gets up and joins the other grungs.
Ang remains silent for the moments immediately following her ale bath, perhaps unsure of how to address the challenge. It is Bleep who responds first, trying to convince the challenger that it is not in his best interest to lay hands on a grung. The bald man does not answer with words. He simply rips his burlap shirt into two pieces and wraps each of them tightly around a fist, forming thicker-than-expected hand paddings. He motions as if he was about to drag Ang to the ring, but Khan interrupts with a threat. He opens a wide, almost toothless smile and finally utters a few words: "It matters not if it is the purple, the green, or the orange one. I'll make jelly of whichever one of you steps in that ring. Maybe each one will taste a bit differently! Hahahaah!"
From afar, Saros observes:
@Saros:
The bald challenger is clearly just being a mean bully. Whether this is his nature or he was ordered to do so but a more senior thug, you can't quite tell.
Ang does not react, she slowly stands up and look at her three newly met friends: "this is a strange way to welcome travelers I must say" She turns slowly towards the thug and locking her eyes into his she continues: "Well, you probably noticed that I am a purple grung and my skin is extremely poisonous, the most poisonous of our species. So, to be fair to you, human, I will ask Khan, here, to be my champion. His skin is less poisonous than mine. I am sure that you would not be afraid of a grung no matter of its colours, correct?"
As the thug looks at her skin, she tries to secrete poisonous mucus on her hands. "See..."
She waits a few seconds for the thug to make his decison and continues: "Do you know what? I'll make this more interresting. If Khan loses I will give you 15 gold pieces, but if you loses you will have to pay a drink to all patrons here.". Ang steps on the table and shouts across the room "What do you all say?"
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AT THE RING
Unmoved by Ang's proposal, the short, bald, almost toothless challenger enters the ring first. He is now also shirtless, and his hands are padded thanks to Bleep's warning. Khan follows the man into the ring and cracks her knuckles. A male half-orc miner acting as a bookie announces the fight. He is flanked by a male green-scaled lizardfolk and a female goliath who is taller than both of them. The trio are clearly the most intimidating of all people surrounding the fighting ring. The half-orc man announces: "I, Gregor Forskog, once again bring you the best fights in town. When was the last time any of you witnessed a poisonous frogling fight with its own wet paws? Will that be enough to bring the stout Toothless down? Place your bets, place your bets now!" That last bit sounded more like an order than an invitation. He then turns to Ang specifically and shouts: "I call the fights and bets in this here tavern. You shut up and, if you are so intent on loosing your 15 gold pieces, place a bet with one of my associates." The crowd had started to cheer Ang's proposal, but quickly falls back in place once Gregor responds.
Many-a-patron begin to place bets on the fight. Some, even bet in favor of the orange grung, who is a good two-and-a-half feet shorter than Toothless. Of note, one of the betting patrons seems a thousand-fold more nervous than any other: an ill-kept male gnome holds a mug of ale in one hand and a meager coin pouch in the other. He is one of the few patrons here not dressed like a miner and, were him not sweating profusely, his clothes could even have been considered of fine make. One of the thugs comes to him and collects the meager coin pouch. The gnome cowers as that happens.
ROLLING FOR INITIATIVE:
Khan: 19
Toothless: 20
(@Ori: There is no need for an initiative tracker or a map for this bout. We'll just take turns with you going first.)
(OOC: Others should feel free to continue roaming, talking, looking around, as they were while the fight goes on.)
OOC: Was the gnome in the group of patrons that Saros did scan with Detect Thoughts, he did not seem to be having reread the post?
Seeing a fellow Gnome (regardless of which sub-race) Saros pushes off his chair and approaches the gnome and greets him with a cordial "Well met cousin" then proceeds to add "it seems we are in the minority here, who are you wagering on?"
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Spying Khan enter the ring, Ghee shakes his head. The fact their opponent has no teeth is surely not a good sign.
Knowing how the grung was trained, he has no doubts as to their outcome. Approaching the half orc bookie, Ghee asks for the odds before backing Khan to the tune of 10 gold himself.
Darrik tosses back his ale swiftly, sighing in contentment. He'll also peer curiously at his fellow dwarf, curious to see why he's behaving so oddly.
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Saros is somewhat troubled by the odd behaviour and decides to act, quietly incanting the spell to read the thoughts of those around him Detect Thoughts. Once cast he will scan the surface thoughts of all of the patrons within the the 30ft radius, not wanting to make any of them aware of his probing.
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Though somewhat seeming unsure of herself, Khan yet pulled out coin pouch and carefully opened it. "Mr. Ghee, if you would." She gestures suggestively to the pouch on the table, confident any lingering grung oil on the coin within to have long since dried up. "Three nights. No more. No less. For now and all." She explains. Just as soon as he has collected the necessary coin, the pouch is quickly put away once more.
With the transaction seen to one way or another, and having spied the return of her fellow Grungs, Khan relaxed in her seat with every intention of waiting until the two came forward with their findings. There would be a time for her to shine yet. But for now... patience. Though that said, her gaze would occasionally wonder over to the fighting pit.
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Passing Khan's instructions onto Tonk along with the required gold for a three night stay, Ghee orders another round of drinks for the party, pausing to allow the others to change their order away from ale.
"So Saros, Darrik, what brings you two tae Chult? It's aff the beaten path for most mainlanders?"
Darrik belches in contentment, then produces a tattered, hopefully just dirt-stained notebook from Moradin knows where.
"Imma scholar! Saros is too. Part of the, uh, Candleweep Botchers. We were sent here ta find some sort o' book with a third, a bird man, and the bird man went ahead and disappeared."
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Taking note of the dwarf's scarring, Bleep joins in on Ang's conversation and uses a little creative wording and hopes that Ang would pick up on the code (Thieves' Cant).
"A lot of trees around. Hard to imagine they could move such weapons without much damage to the wooded areas. Hardly a leaf was disturbed from what I've seen. Granted, disturbed leaves are hardly as indicative as a damaged trunk. That, and we had only come from one direction."
@Lerus and Grim
Basically he attempting to point out the scars to Ang
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AT THE PARTY'S TABLE
Tonk eventually comes back with three room keys, and you deduce that each room contains two beds. He adds: "The keys are numbered. The room doors are numbered. It should be easy to sort it out." After Khan specifies her request, he delivers a price: "Six beds for three nights would cost 9 gold pieces. With the frogfolk poison surcharge, that comes to 13 gold and 5 silver pieces. If I add the four ales you are drinking, then that becomes 13 gold and 7 silver pieces." Ghee interrupts Tonk to order another round (4 ales) for the table, to which the bartender simply responds: "13 gold and 9 silver pieces."
While conversing with Ghee, Darrik gives Tonk a closer look. The bartender leaves shortly after to retrieve the additional ale.
@Darrik:
Through his thinning head of hair, you notice that the slow moving bartender has small scars around his temples and scalp. If he has been poked on the head that many times, then it could make sense that he behaves in the way he does. But this is just a guess on your part.
Though sitting among the others, Saros pays little attention to the exchange. Instead, the gnome decides to read the minds of a few of the people immediately around him.
@Saros:
Tonk Hammertoes' thoughts are as simple as his speech. He mostly only thinks about the topic of the conversation put in front of him. He thinks about ale, keys, rooms, coins, and grung poison on bed sheets. He seems to have an ease with dealing with numbers, though that sort of comes with the job.
A couple of the patrons within your reach are thinking about their mining jobs, the length of the contracts they have outstanding, or their families. One is having trouble to think about anything other than her next drink. A few others are having more lewd thoughts about fellow patrons around them, or considering betting on the fight ring bouts, or even joining a fight themselves. One of the patrons talking to Ang over there is thinking about goblins and siege weapons. Another client is thinking about buying meat in the morning from Nard's Meat Shop and cooking her family a special meal. Two others also seem to be thinking about buying supplies from Balick's goods; they are probably talking about it and that is why there is a group of them thinking about it simultaneously. That covers more or less 10 individuals you can read the surface thoughts of (one per round of the 1-minute-long spell.)
Unfortunately, you are too far from the fight ring itself to read the surface thoughts of those folks. In fact, the tavern floor is much larger than just the 30 foot radius of the spell. There is plenty of people who are beyond your range at the moment.
With that, your spell runs its course.
AT THE THREE PATRONS' TABLE
The small talk continues for a little while before Ang decides to prod her new friends about the goblins a bit further. One of the man looks around as to confirm their collective ignorance before responding: "What direction? That, I don't know. Never stopped to think about it. I guess I'll pay attention to it whenever I witness my first goblin attack." They all laugh a little more and Bleep arrives as this conversation is happening. The two grungs get the impression these patrons are not too worried about the goblins. The fact they have failed to breach the town's walls in the past is likely fueling that sense of confidence.
They all nod is agreement with Bleep's words, oblivious to the secret message the green grung is weaving within his speech. Ang understands it fully.
Before this conversation can advance any further, a bald, short human male approaches Ang and tosses some ale on her head. He challenges the purple grung: "Some of us around these parts don't like you poisonous frogfolk coming to visit. If you'd ask me, you'd stay on the other side of the wall. So, either go away now or follow me to the fighting ring!"
Bleep recognizes this man as one of the thugs collecting betting proceeds on the bookie's behalf just a few moments ago.
(OOC: The bill at this table is separate from the one on the party's table. It stands at only 2 silver pieces so far.)
Darrik whispers loudly to Saros (when Tonk leaves),
"Take a look at the bardenter’s head. He got poked a lot o’ somethin’."
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Taking a sip of ale before setting his mug down, Ghee takes a moment to savour the malty flavour. Then, what's this...oh a cheeky citrus note! This is an ale with taking note of.
Trying to determine whether he can place the 'candleweep botchers', Ghee takes another pull off his ale.
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"Ah book ye say? Jungle o' Chult is an odd place tae look fer that kinda thing. Dangerous too, although ah guess working together should get is both what we're after. Safety in numbers an all that. Any title in particular ye after?"
What started out as only a passing interest in the bald man that left the arena, soon turned into a complete zeroing in on him after having spied his actions out of the corner of an eye. At which point any overheard words shared between the dwarves -- assuming she heard anything to begin with -- and all other concerns are blown away.
Wordlessly, Khan got up leaving any booze untouched, strolled right up behind the bald man, and after noisily popping her knuckles in hopes of getting his attention, the Great Khan would say a few words with narrowed eyes: "Two choices. Khan's Hunters left alone, or Khan repay rudeness. Choose quickly." She states, jabbing a thumb at her chest, and then punching her palm.
Intimidation: 12.
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Shaking his head to clear his mind of the thoughts of those around him, Saros is a little confused with Darrik's question and responds in the same hushed whispers "Do you mean literally, or figuratively.....I have already touched his thoughts and they are really quite normal, simple even" but then assumes it is literally and focus on the bartender once more, this time physically assessing him.....
Investigation: 23
....until such time as the bald man steps close and threatens the Grung. Saros will take no immediate action other than to look beyond the man to any of his associates and will look for any signs that might give him any insight as to whether this is just racism or he has been put up to it ....
Insight: 7
....before considering any action (which may be to use his "glasses of charming") if things escalate.
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Bleep tells the thug, "No matter which grung fights, it will be inadvisable to fight with fists. Opponent will just get sicker and sicker from our poison. No honor fighting a sick fighter."
Persuasion: 7
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AT THE PARTY'S TABLE
(@MuggsHill: I'm choosing to reinterpret your investigation roll as a medicine check, so that would be an 18. Worry not, it is still high enough.)
While Tonk draws four more ale servings from a keg, Darrik points out his head scars to Saros. The gnome then examines the bartender from a distance, and continues to do so as he returns with four more mugs. Saros concludes that most of Tonk's scars are delicate, though some are a bit rougher. They have healed at different rates and times, and are indicative of repeated surgery or similar procedure.
While Saros examines, Ghee is lost in thought, trying to recall if he has heard anything about a group called "Candleweep Botchers." He hasn't, although the tower fortress of a similar sounding city named Candlekeep is world famous. He knows that, at least.
Khan is also lost in thought, though not for long. She gets up and joins the other grungs.
AT THE THREE PATRONS' TABLE
Ang remains silent for the moments immediately following her ale bath, perhaps unsure of how to address the challenge. It is Bleep who responds first, trying to convince the challenger that it is not in his best interest to lay hands on a grung. The bald man does not answer with words. He simply rips his burlap shirt into two pieces and wraps each of them tightly around a fist, forming thicker-than-expected hand paddings. He motions as if he was about to drag Ang to the ring, but Khan interrupts with a threat. He opens a wide, almost toothless smile and finally utters a few words: "It matters not if it is the purple, the green, or the orange one. I'll make jelly of whichever one of you steps in that ring. Maybe each one will taste a bit differently! Hahahaah!"
From afar, Saros observes:
@Saros:
The bald challenger is clearly just being a mean bully. Whether this is his nature or he was ordered to do so but a more senior thug, you can't quite tell.
Ang does not react, she slowly stands up and look at her three newly met friends: "this is a strange way to welcome travelers I must say"
She turns slowly towards the thug and locking her eyes into his she continues: "Well, you probably noticed that I am a purple grung and my skin is extremely poisonous, the most poisonous of our species. So, to be fair to you, human, I will ask Khan, here, to be my champion. His skin is less poisonous than mine. I am sure that you would not be afraid of a grung no matter of its colours, correct?"
As the thug looks at her skin, she tries to secrete poisonous mucus on her hands. "See..."
She waits a few seconds for the thug to make his decison and continues: "Do you know what? I'll make this more interresting. If Khan loses I will give you 15 gold pieces, but if you loses you will have to pay a drink to all patrons here.". Ang steps on the table and shouts across the room "What do you all say?"
Deception: 20
Persuasion: 18
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AT THE RING
Unmoved by Ang's proposal, the short, bald, almost toothless challenger enters the ring first. He is now also shirtless, and his hands are padded thanks to Bleep's warning. Khan follows the man into the ring and cracks her knuckles. A male half-orc miner acting as a bookie announces the fight. He is flanked by a male green-scaled lizardfolk and a female goliath who is taller than both of them. The trio are clearly the most intimidating of all people surrounding the fighting ring. The half-orc man announces: "I, Gregor Forskog, once again bring you the best fights in town. When was the last time any of you witnessed a poisonous frogling fight with its own wet paws? Will that be enough to bring the stout Toothless down? Place your bets, place your bets now!" That last bit sounded more like an order than an invitation. He then turns to Ang specifically and shouts: "I call the fights and bets in this here tavern. You shut up and, if you are so intent on loosing your 15 gold pieces, place a bet with one of my associates." The crowd had started to cheer Ang's proposal, but quickly falls back in place once Gregor responds.
Many-a-patron begin to place bets on the fight. Some, even bet in favor of the orange grung, who is a good two-and-a-half feet shorter than Toothless. Of note, one of the betting patrons seems a thousand-fold more nervous than any other: an ill-kept male gnome holds a mug of ale in one hand and a meager coin pouch in the other. He is one of the few patrons here not dressed like a miner and, were him not sweating profusely, his clothes could even have been considered of fine make. One of the thugs comes to him and collects the meager coin pouch. The gnome cowers as that happens.
ROLLING FOR INITIATIVE:
(@Ori: There is no need for an initiative tracker or a map for this bout. We'll just take turns with you going first.)
(OOC: Others should feel free to continue roaming, talking, looking around, as they were while the fight goes on.)
OOC: Was the gnome in the group of patrons that Saros did scan with Detect Thoughts, he did not seem to be having reread the post?
Seeing a fellow Gnome (regardless of which sub-race) Saros pushes off his chair and approaches the gnome and greets him with a cordial "Well met cousin" then proceeds to add "it seems we are in the minority here, who are you wagering on?"
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It takes only a few second for Ang to see an opening in the stance of the fighter and informs Khan in Grung.
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Ang will also bet 10gp on Khan being the victor.
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Spying Khan enter the ring, Ghee shakes his head. The fact their opponent has no teeth is surely not a good sign.
Knowing how the grung was trained, he has no doubts as to their outcome. Approaching the half orc bookie, Ghee asks for the odds before backing Khan to the tune of 10 gold himself.