99 Valian's bet!

Under the dense canopy of the Enchanted Forest, where the light filtered through in emerald hues, casting an otherworldly glow on everything it touched. As the last vine fell away, Valian, with a swiftness that belied her recent predicament, Taking out a dagger from the folds of her cloak. The weapon glinted ominously in the filtered light, its blade a testament to skilled craftsmanship, and its hilt adorned with gems that seemed to pulse with an inner light. For a moment, tension hung in the air, as thick as the fog that often blanketed the forest floor at dawn. But rather than brandish it in hostility, she extended it towards Dick, handle first, her movements deliberate, almost ceremonial.