The Kamajeen erupted with laughter.
"If it's a matter of money..." Xeno said.
"Honor, Xeno." I said. "Specifically the khan's."
"For sixty coins..." Asheph said, pausing to breathe.
"And no less." said Venkatar.
"Yes, yes, and for no less." Asheph said. "For that amount, you may take back your fellow citizen, and do whatever you wish with him, so long as it is outside the protected borders of this camp."
Xeno showed his teeth while putting the bag back into his inventory. "Then I challenge him to a blood duel."
"Absolutely not." Asheph replied, "wounded people are not permitted to engage in duels. It would show favor to one or the other."
Xeno snorted, waved a dismissive hand. "Two days, three at most. Unless the great khan proposes to remove me before then?"
Venkatar stroked his beard. "Did my khan promise days?"
"A week." he said, shrugging. "Is there any chance that Rakkal sent you with sixty golden coins?"
No, neither Rhishi nor the lords of the Armpit know what they're in for. And, apologies in advance, that struggle is worth more than a few chapters.
Without attempting to ruin anything, try to imagine the social and emotional parts of the System, and add them to normal fantasy slave mines. I hope to entertain, but these are both literally and figuratively not going to be the sunniest of chapters.
As always, thanks for reading, it means more to me than I can put into words (but I do still work on that).