The stakes in this game were slightly higher now, and there were about an equal amount of sailors who bet on Fendros as who bet on the Argonian man.

"Alright, Dunmer, let's start with ten as well, for you are new-" the man placed a hand to his chest, "-and I am generous." The Argonian took up the dagger, laid his hand down with his fingers spread, and began a pattern of stabs between his fingers. Fendros kept his eyes fixed on where the dagger was landing and did his best to remember it, but the man seemed awfully calm. He put down the dagger once he was done and one half of his mouth grinned to show his teeth.

Fendros paused, then took up the dagger and began between his own fingers. He held his breath as he imitated the pattern. With how easy his opponent made it look, the pace he had to keep was unprecedented. He just managed it, though, letting out a breath as he finished. He believed he could continue, he just had to stay calm. Fendros took another breath and made his own pattern, slightly faster this time to make it more difficult for the Argonian. Fendros' opponent kept a calm demeanour as he kept up with the pattern. He took up the dagger without hesitation once Fendros was done.

The dagger point tapped even faster still against the crate as the man outdid Fendros' pace impressively. He finished completely unscathed. The next pattern was so quick that Fendros had trouble keeping up with it. It was over before he knew it, and the dagger was placed on the crate once more.

Taking in another slow breath, though more uneasily than last time due to the rush of the game, Fendros took up the dagger and began to imitate the man's pattern once more. Slightly out of pride, Fendros even sped up as he went. He counted to nine in his head with each fall of the dagger before number ten was interrupted by his own sharp intake of breath through his teeth and a shot of pain in his ring finger. Fendros dropped the dagger flat on the crate as his shoulders hunched up, and the game was called. 

"Looks like Drinks-In-Sun, wins. Good effort, though, Dunmer." The Imperial sailor said with an encouraging smile as he took his share of the winning, as bet against Fendros.

Fendros held his cut hand up and observed the drop of blood weeping from his finger. "That's disappointing," he said, following a small sigh.

"Ah, but fair is fair, Dunmer. " the Argonian said, running his scarred fingers up the small column of coins that was his winnings. He reclined slightly and looked up at Ahnasha, "But you, Khajiit mother, I could see some dexterity in your hands. How about we play a round with a bet of..." the man began to trail off as he thumbed a small column of coins onto the crate's centre, "...ten gold? If you can't match it, simply put in what you can and I will not mind. I want to see you against an opponent without fat Nordic fingers, like Hjorin has."

Sabine actually had to think about that a bit, herself. "Well, fire spells don't hurt me as much, but most spells don't. Meesei says that's because I'm Breton. I still burn as well, though. I haven't properly tested it either." Sabine rubbed her arms, soaked with the warmth of the sun, "My skin gets burned if I stay in the sun for too long, but not all humans are like that. Although, I've never seen a sunburnt Argonian before."