A reminder: because I tend to forget that Carcer's actually pretty smart.

No teeth loose. Ribs fairly unbruised. Let's not talk about the groin, eh? The groin is still a sensitive subject.

But it'd been worth it.

Carcer grins at the memory: his opponent's shapely jaw dropping as his last man fell. That'd teach posh Assassin wannabes like him to underestimate the working class. Even rusty, he'd trounced the bastard. Yeah, so there'd been the Pewter Street ambush afterward, but he'd gotten out alive, which was more than the others could say, right?

It'd been one helluva faceoff. Definitely worth it.

He should play chess more often. And bet higher next time.