"Killed in a sparring match? Maybe if he wanted his head on a block before the morning was out. How far would he honestly have been able to get before being caught if he did that?" Lya said, waving the bread in her hand as she gestured.
"I fully plan on getting the money back somehow, so you don't have to stand there looking like you're about ready to have an apoplexy. He originally asked for my sword, but that is not something I'd wager. He also named the stakes and persisted in calling me a 'wench.'"