[Admittedly, Fenris hasn't felt this loose in...a very long time, but it's not as if he's acknowledging it either. Easy to tell himself that he is stubborn and competitive and absolutely could not allow himself to be bested by this silly man.
He regards the tickets, wondering why little pieces of paper would ever earn them prizes, but remembers that nothing about this world makes sense to him anyway and so he won't dwell on it any longer.]
These prizes wouldn't happen to be sharp and deadly, would they?
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He regards the tickets, wondering why little pieces of paper would ever earn them prizes, but remembers that nothing about this world makes sense to him anyway and so he won't dwell on it any longer.]
These prizes wouldn't happen to be sharp and deadly, would they?
[Daggers are legitimate prizes shut up.]