He added, “One more victory and you battle for the right to be champion.” “And a thousand coins,” I added. He waved his hand dismissively. “What does coin really have to do with it? I fought in many Duelums and never was coin part of the prize. I think —” Here he broke off and I think I know why. His gaze was taking in how thin I was. How dirty my cloak was. How old my brogans were. And how filthy was my skin. He looked down for a moment. “As I was saying, I think that a prize of coins is a good thing, actually. It can help Wugs … and their families.”
Nice backtracking
