Lightning quick, the two men's hands dart out. Ghent too goes for the knife, his eye wide and focused, every muscle straining to beat Rennard to the weapon. He grabs the hilt as the duelist diverts to scoop up a few coins from the table, throwing them back to his side.

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Drothmal, you can do as much or as little if-than-ing as you'd like to speed this up.


All around the contestants, Barvasi's sycophants have clustered, jeering as Rennard's hand diverts from the dagger.