"What do you want to bet on?"
Sunny was steady, but Volin was always of a capricious nature, claiming, "I've never been into gambling, I just help people quit gambling."
So Volin liked to play tricks, and he was notorious for it back home.
Anselm's eyes sparkled: "This is an inheritance case. How about betting on who gets a bigger share of the estate? Brother or brother, pick one."
"That won't work." Volin chuckled, his eyes squinting, "Huyuren just spoke to you; he must know the inside story, so we have to bet on something else."
"Then what do you suggest we bet on?"
"Bet on how long the judge will take to wrap up the case. I bet it won't be decided before we leave." Volin laughed darkly, "How about it, dare you bet?"
Anselm pretended to hesitate for a while: "Why should you bet it won't be settled? I should bet on that too."
"Then don't bet."
Anselm looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "Alright, I'll take the bet."
The two spat into their palms, shook hands firmly.
