517 Salt Mines

The Kamajeen erupted with laughter.

"If it's a matter of money..." Xeno said.

"Honor, Xeno." I said. "Specifically the khan's."

"For sixty coins..." Asheph said, pausing to breathe.

"And no less." said Venkatar.

"Yes, yes, and for no less." Asheph said. "For that amount, you may take back your fellow citizen, and do whatever you wish with him, so long as it is outside the protected borders of this camp."

Xeno showed his teeth while putting the bag back into his inventory. "Then I challenge him to a blood duel."

"Absolutely not." Asheph replied, "wounded people are not permitted to engage in duels. It would show favor to one or the other."

Xeno snorted, waved a dismissive hand. "Two days, three at most. Unless the great khan proposes to remove me before then?"

Venkatar stroked his beard. "Did my khan promise days?"

"A week." he said, shrugging. "Is there any chance that Rakkal sent you with sixty golden coins?"