" I tried to say it with a dismissive "I don't care" attitude, but I don't think it washed.The guys all saw me and raised me. I know I should have qui... there and then, but stubborn pride and the fact that I wanted to see the look on their faces when I showed my hand, made me stay in the game. I bet my jeans.I stood up and peeled them off, trying hard not to do it in any sort of provocative way. I wanted to make this look like "strictly business" and not some form of erotic strip show. Well, as. I would fight in front of an audience. His father would see his son make an effort, hopefully a foolish one.His father had, for two years, been setting his son in fights against slaves, even a one-armed gladiator recently. The boy thought he was good. The problem was, he did not realise that the slaves were given a drink before the fight which was laced to slow their reactions, slow them, make them less good. If they’d won, they would have been executed anyway I suppose. But instead Grantus got. It was a scouting trip.”He chuckled and scratched his hair again.Kimber really enjoyed him. She couldn’t remember being so relaxed with anyone. In jest, she asked, “Where are you taking me today?”“That again?”She laughed. “Yes. That again! Yesterday was my day. Today it’s your turn.”The corners of his eyes crinkled. “To the McEwans food store in Don Mills, the gym, and home to relax.”“I can handle it. Sounds like fun. Or. We could laze around and order in.”He laughed and shook his head. “I need. ”“Thank you, honoured Mages,” Morgana replied with a slight quirk to her lips as various Mages approached to congratulate her.Half an hour later, the chamber doors opened and Mage Hermes, along with Cathenna, entered and took their places in the area from which witnesses could be called, nodding politely to the various others there as we waited for the prisoner to be brought in.Fen herself strode into the chamber between Rinku and Nisha, disdaining them touching her, with her hands cuffed and a.