"So... okay, a white gem," announced the lavender hair assassin "says that the stranger wins."
"Deal!" chriped Mathew. "She will never win against Guy! He was trained by the famous 'Demon of Swords', remember?"
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, she looks pretty strong to me."
"Yeah, she is good alright... but only at dodging slow crew members."
"We'll see... just remember there is no going back on the bet."
"On my honor," answered the thief, placing a hand –rather mockingly- above his heart.
"You better swear on something else... thieves have no honor," Legault advised narrowing his eyes.
"What!" Mathew gave a step back as though he had been physically punched on the face.
"Don't forget I was a thief myself," the assassin reminded casually, but the look he was giving him was stern.
"Oh, right... well, I swear on… the life of Serra?"
"Keep trying..."
"Alright, alright... I swear on my Ostian Lord."
"You are getting a little better…" smiled Legault.
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