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“I’ve already got my weapons,” you said with a cool, growing smile. The intent was for each different distance target to be hit at least one, you were sure, but it’d hardly matter with your approach. “Pick whatever you want. You’ve already lost.”
“Oh?” Karel leaned forward slightly, “Then let’s see if that boldness is favored by fortune.”
“Fortune’s waving her skirts around and she isn’t wearing underwear,” you said, “Whoever loses has to eat the worst crap that the fanciest place around Strosstadt has to offer. Jellied Liver. Pickled toe-poppers. That sorta thing.”
Karel shook his head plaintively. “You’re making a serious gamble, considering who you’re planning to meet. You should have a clean taste about the mouth.”
“Doesn’t matter,” you stretched your arms over your head, “Like I said. I’ll win.”
“Very well. I hope you enjoy the taste of fried milt, then,” Karel said cheekily.
That tone made you glance over your shoulder. “What’s milt?”
“Shoot well or both you and your beau may find out.”
Maybe you’d make Van Halm eat milt. Would wipe that smug look off his face real good, whatever it was.
Out came the derringer from one sleeve. One that Karel already knew about. Yet he didn’t know about the other one you reached for against your breast.
>Roll 4 sets of 2d10, and 1 of 1d10. DC is 4+, 6+, and 8+, with 5+ for the Knife Toss.
