She frowned too before reaching up and pressing her lips against his gently. "Just be careful," she murmured.
It was a big room. Lots of people surrounded a makeshift ring with two people fighting with weapons. On the opposite end was the announcers table, with the pile of loot behind them that went to whoever could beat the champion fighter.
He looked around cautiously, keeping her close. There was a small frown on his face before he gestured to the pile of loot. There was an ornate box on top. "Look."
A small frown crossed his face. "Not really. I'm afraid my years of being in the crypt may have made me a little rusty."
She watched him, her eyes wide. "Maybe I could do it. I might not win, but..." She looked over to the ring, her brow furrowed. "I could do it and you could steal the box while they're not looking?"