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Lambert turned to watch the griffins for a few seconds. Yes, he has picked the bigger one, but to be fair him winning was not set in stone with that. Sure, the bigger one could hit harder and block the hits with sheer muscle, but the smaller one moved around easier and could land small scars and hits that could slowly tire the big one and could dodge a lot easier. The witcher found it wasn’t too bad that this happened after all, he never complained about a bit of gambling.

His gaze returned to Layne and his eyes narrowed as he listened to his words.

“ A dagger? For WHY exactly? I didn’t do shit  to your dagger but you damaged my gloves! My claim is completely legitimate! “

He quickly looked back as he heard a cry, the small one got a pretty bad scar, but it still didn’t seem to slow it down. Good thing, because he hasn’t quite agreed to the terms of this bet.

He almost laughed at the way Lambert seemed to focus on getting him a new dagger. The only reason he had said it was because if the other was going to get a bit extra from it, he wanted it as well. His eyes rolled, however, when it was mentioned that he damaged the glove. If he did any real damage to it, then it was made of shittier quality than it smelled. Grabbing the other’s hand, Layne raised it so that they could both see it well enough.

“ Really? And where might the mark be? ”

With enough movement, the bite mark had disappeared from the leather. He didn’t bite down hard enough to tear anything in the first place. The cry had his attention drifting towards the dragons, brows furrowing as he watched the little one get hit and hoping  that it’d pull through.

“ Unless you want me to go for it again and really break something. ”