Reginald looked a little disappointing when he was informed he had the wrong elf, yet Theswyn's implication took him from a completely different direction.<strong>"A wager?  To gamble sums of money like some common farmer?" </strong>He asked incredulously, facing the elf.<strong>"My noble friend, a proper wager is a wager of honor; a wager of service and patronage!  How about this: If I win, I shall take you into my service as an employee, while if you win, I will gladly and happily serve you, as long as I receive the recognition I deserve."</strong>Reginald Compton suggested.  He was nothing if not confident in his own abilities.<br/><br/>Curiously, the noble had dismissed the druid completely, perhaps by hearing that he had once hunted for food.