Hyman and his forces rested, the burning embers of the fort around them as a few soldiers, fresh from having not fought, cleared the fort of the dead, throwing them into the sand sea of the desert to vanish. "You old bastard." Roderick walked behind Hyman and slammed the end of his axe into the table. The two stared at one another, looking at each other's blood-soaked appearance, the grim of battle still on them, afraid to waste water for such a meaningless task as cleaning. Meeting one another's gaze, the table Hyman sat around went silent as people wondered what was happening.
Hyman rose and looked down on Roerick as the old warrior broke out into a grin, ripping an ornate knife from his belt and handing it to Hyman, "A bet is a bet." Hyman took the blade that looked small in hishand sand twirled it around, playing with it before slamming it into the table.
