Pulling his lips between his teeth in doubt, Fendros opened his own purse and saw little more or less than Ahnasha had. All of six septims was what he found. It wasn't much, but he could still bet. He figured that he wasn't going to be using the gold for anything else, so he could bet three on this game and three on his own attempt. Even if he lost it all, it wouldn't be devastating. He pulled out the three small gold coins he intended to bet and turned them in his palm while inspecting both contenders. The Nord had plenty of cuts on his fingers, so that could mean he wasn't very good at the game. This assumption was supported by the fact that he seemed to be unsure about facing Ahnasha and had little coin left. It could all be a trick, though. But for the meagre amounts they were playing for? It was unlikely.

"I'm in. I'll put three on Ahnasha," Fendros declared with a confident smile, dropping the coins into the pile of coins that encompassed the bets. Before the game began, Fendros put his arms out and carefully took Rhazii from Ahnasha's hands, holding the cub close. Rhazii smiled with an open mouth at some of the sailors, but seemed content to look around with a couple of fingers in his mouth rather than pay attention to the game. Fendros just hoped that the salt that was beginning to encrust Rhazii's frequently washed loincloth was not causing him too much discomfort.

For once in a very infrequent number of occasions, Sabine smiled widely at another's lack of experience and almost laughed. "They're not enchanted, they're just warm. You know, they're thick and lined with fur." Past an explanation that probably wouldn't help Kaleeth's understanding any better, Sabine realised that Kaleeth was serious and became curious. "Doesn't it ever get cold in the swamp? Have you ever worn so many clothes that you need to take some off because you can't cool down?"