"So Kaedor, Loryn, which one attacks first?"
"Master? Which one?" Kaedor inquired, his skeletal features expressing genuine confusion even as he clicked his rings together nervously.
"Master wants to place bets on who will attack first," Loryn said, his purple eyes gleaming with understanding. Despite his usual serious demeanor, there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"My money is on Stormfang. It's already marked you as a threat, and it's the most territorial of the three. Hunger will make it aggressive rather than cautious."
Kaedor's entire posture shifted at the mention of a bet. His rings stopped their nervous clicking and began a different rhythm.
The calculating pattern of a merchant evaluating profit potential. His skeletal hands moved in subtle gestures as his mind worked through probabilities and outcomes.
