"Oh, crap," said a nearby muscular and bearded man who had to be in his 40s within Takkal's earshot.
"He's in one of those moods," said another.
A third was rubbing the seat of his trousers. "Last time he made this challenge, half the guards took him up on it and couldn't sit down for days!"
"Same for me and my five brothers!"
"Same for me, my brothers, my old man, and all my uncles!"
Zehrk suddenly realized the line he thought he'd joined had dissolved. It was now reforming at his back, making him the first to take up the minotaur's challenge. Scowling at the cowards, he nonetheless strode forward. "My ass, eh?" he said. "A high price. One that should only be wagered with confidence." Pausing a moment, Zehrk then whipped off his upper body armor, showing a muscular and scarred physique covered in scales. He then milked the crowd by performing a mild flex for them, to some scattered cheers. "I'll happily take you up on your wager. Though I hope you're ready to be disappointed when I take both your coin and my ass out of here."
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