The Nord's face, for a brief moment, flashed a hint of anxiety, or perhaps fear, at Janius' challenge. Despite the man's former confidence, Janius' ability was just as famous among the clans as the rest of his pack's. It took the Nord a few seconds of stammering longer before he came up with an excuse. "I'd, uh...love to, but...we can't really have [i]two[/i] fights in a row without bets, now can we? Got to keep the coin moving or some of the milk-drinkers here get agitated. You understand, yeah?" 

Even Kaleeth did not believe the Nord's excuse, though now that her mind had returned to their planned trip, she had other worries going through it. "I guess we should probably go now. I, uh, still need to go pack my supplies, but that shouldn't take too long. I'll...OH! Wait, I still need to stop by the blacksmith and get my armor. I meant to do that yesterday; I don't even know if it's going to be fitted right. That could take a while, and...if you're ready, then Sabine is probably ready too. Oh, I'm going to be holding everyone up, I just know it. I'm so sorry! Could you please, [i]please[/i] pack my supplies up too? I need to run over to the forges...I'll make it up to you, I promise."