"Your bets, please." spoke the elderly gentleman clad in the distinguished black uniform of Nookbury Arena, his arms outstretched with a small basket, awaiting the 90,000 silver coin wagers from the participants.
Hearing the old man's words, the two participants retrieved a few sack bags containing the said amount before extending their arms to drop the bags into the old man's basket.
Now, whoever wins will have the right to claim the contents of the basket.
Returning to the middle of the arena amidst the fervent gazes of an unexpected crowd suddenly growing to a whopping 10,000, Shye and Jason stood behind their respective lines, looking at each other with vastly contrasting expressions.
Jason had an irked yet eager look on his face while Shye was calm and nonchalant—a shadow of a smile visible on the corners of his mouth.