The Contestants: Martin Malus (aka: The Squire) vs Emerson Lighthouse (aka: Sir Sir)
The Challenge: A gruelling, death-defying race across the treacherous snowy fields north of the city wall all the way to the Dairy Cooperative. The finish line will be the farm of Cleetus a mutual friend who will act as official and impartial arbiter. The mode of transportation will be Go Devils (Emerson’s being the red one detailed with flames to make it ride across the rugged terrain faster).
The Stakes: A week’s pay and bragging rights. Should the Squire prevail he will be paid double his weekly salary amounting to an additional 2 Quatloos (2.136 according to Lottie). Should Emerson prevail the Squire will forgo with a week’s pay. The wager will be witnessed and signed in the Book of Wagers located in Cuffs for any or all to inspect. Side bets are encouraged.
The official results will be notarized byCleetus a mutual friend and duly reported on this forum. Let the racing begin!
(Squire – you’ll get your Go Devil tonight. We leave first thing in the morning)
You will be eating my snowflakes all the way!
I am too busy with my pre-competition routine of fasting and meditation to hear you.
Since you’re fasting, you won’t mind if I help myself to your dinner.
You see, here’s the thing. It has been my experience that self-deprivation tends to make me grumpy. So when I say I am fasting I mean it more in a theoretical/philosophical sense rather than a practical sense.
Bets 100 quatloos on Emerson to win.
Malus. 100q. -m.t.
Mariah Lanfier looks at the Book, and writes down:
100 quatloos on Emerson. Captain Lanfier.
‘I’ll choose experience and guile,’ she thought, ‘over youth and… whatever it is Malus has.’
Look Squire! I’m winning!