[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Allant Oestaer[/h2][/color][/center]

Allant turned his head to Sybille as she harrumphed, grimacing a bit. He hated seeing the young woman (he couldn't refer to her as anything else due to the juxtaposition of her face and chest) frustrated, he knew how terrible being forced into a life like this was. Still, she didn't seem to have any other skills. Like him, she was stuck here for the reasonable future. He willfully switched gears as Stephan spoke to Yui and accepted Allant and Pox's bet, though he wanted to raise the stakes. As Allant thought it over, Jing expressed his surprise at the two's betting with a notorious cheat. Still, Stephan didn't know the desert like Allant did, he was confident enough he had the better odds.

"Sure, I'll double down. To our future fortunes indeed, Prince Pox." Allant responded, though he had no intention of lifting the nearest object for a cheer. he didn't actually have any gold on him though; He had spent the last of his pay on purple paint, and he'd be damned if the harsh winds here spilled the bloody expensive stuff out onto the sands. He did always keep with him mementos of his Orc-slaying adventures; Souls Stones were just as acceptable as gold in more remote places, and worth more for their weight. Digging through his pouch, Allant pulled out a few of the rocks of various colors, his collateral just like Pox had posted.

"I'll need you to accept some different payment as well, even if it is just Soul Stones. I assume that's alright with you, Stephan?"