<span style="color: teal">"Thank you."<br/> <br/>Jarvan put his elbow on the table, grasping the man's hand. He could tell the man was himself fairly strong, but to what extent he did not know. Jarvan thought if he somehow did not win quickly, that it would definitely be a good match that could drag out for a while. He looked at the man across the table from him. He appeared to be a well built man, likely a carpenter for a living, and he had eyes which gleamed with warmth. The man was definitely a good soul because that glint was hard to come by among thieves and cutthroats.<br/><br/>"Let's make a deal. If I win, we split the tab and buy a round for everyone here. You can decide what happens if you win... I would also like to know the name of the man I am challenging, if you would be so kind sir."<br/><br/>Jarvan waited for the man to respond, and also asked if anyone would be the judge, for fairness.</span>