While everybody was focusing on the bet between Simon and Jorra, Merath had the urge to strangle Jorra and beat him blue black.
She could not believe that Jorra had so easily fallen into Simon's trap.
Anybody with a working brain, who took a step back, who calmed down, and took their time to ponder on Simon's words would realize that this bet worked in Simon's favour.
For Simon to be so confident in making a bet of one thousand merits, the probability of him failing was very, very, very, very slim.
'Blackmoon knows we're both Daemons, but he still has the confidence to make a bet where we'll need his 'protection' from something.'
'It's obvious that he has planned what we'll need his 'protection' from. I won't be surprised if it's those worthless Iron Fangs.'
