Everyone stared at Eliron, trying to gauge what his response would be.
The costs of losing was great, the hand of one of his close friends, but on the other hand, Balak was the one who had made the request, refusal would come at an costly price—
"I accept."
"What?" Even Balak was shocked by the speed at which he answered.
"Are you deaf? I said I accept."
Eliron said, one hand under his belly, a blank look on his face as he watched the mercenary.
"If we lose, you can take the arm of the chubby one over there, she's the reason we are broke…"
"Hey!!" Yennefer screamed, her eyes turning moist.
"…"
The entire tavern went deathly quiet.
'No hesitation whatsoever?' Balak thought. 'So he is a selfish bastard? He must think only the girl would be punished for his loss… how foolish.'
"Alright, it looks like we have an—"
"What is in it for me?" Eliron asked, interrupting him.
"Hmm?"
