Loss Of A Hand

Lucan sat across from Dunno as the mage kept his eyes glued on the warlock. Infront of each of them was a strip of parchment.

"So what will it be?"

Lucan was both impressed and disappointed. The challenge was tied and the only way he could win was to buy off his opponent.

"Let me get this straight. We right down a value and then we will give that to the other person. Whoever gives more wins."

"That's how it works."

"Hmpf, fine." Lucan quickly wrote down his offer while Dunnowhosthis did the same.

Lucan pushed his piece of parchment to the center of the table and placed it next to Dunno's.

"Flip at the same time?"

Lucan nodded.

"3, 2, 1, flip."

Both pieces were flipped simultaneously. A single digit was written on each.

"Here you go." The mage said as he flipped a single piece of silver to Lucan.

The warlock smiled and set down a single piece of gold.

"Did you ever plan on wining?" The warlock asked.