There was no protest to Ciinriel's suggestion. Sabine gave a nod, but didn't speak to volunteer herself to ask. The one they would have to talk to was the quartermaster; a grumpy, impatient, and imposing brown Cathay who had heard every trick and excuse imaginable. Tzirret and Sabine's eyes both went to Peiter, staring expectantly.

Fendros didn't bet any more despite the book keeper's comment. The real reason that he didn't bet more was because he didn't actually have much more coin on hand. He shook his head and walked off with a "We'll see," before turning to rejoin Colours and Janius to watch the fight.

The beginning of the fight marked the end of Janius' relaxed demeanour, but not entirely out of concern. He kept whispering under his breath in a similar manner to the sailors around the ring, giving encouragement and tips as if Kaleeth could see. Fendros ended up getting invested as well, given that he had made a bet.

The Altmer was indeed very skilled, and likely would be frightening to fight if not a lycanthrope, but Kaleeth was holding her own. Janius pumped his fist and grinned when Kaleeth landed a blow on her opponent's stomach, then swiftly winced as Kaleeth took a similar reprisal and then some. "Come on, get in there!" Janius transitioned from a whisper to a speaking volume. He could see the determination on Kaleeth's face.

Fendros was no longer leaning on the railing. He had his fists raised and was actually bobbing and weaving slightly as if he was the one fighting. In reality, he was just enjoying the suspense.