"Do you think he'll agree?" After enduring strained, awkward silence for about 30 seconds Agar couldn't help but ask. The young man was overwhelmed with anxiety, his bony fingers tapping against his robes as he paced back and forth.
"Given what I know about Indra he's not one to pass up a good fight especially one as interesting as this one." Not only would the three of them be the underdogs their opponent would be a well-known scourge, an organization that even their father has declared dangerous and hateful.
"But like me he'll legitimately weigh the costs before giving his answer." He may be a battle junkie, but he wasn't an idiot or a saint.
"Are you hinting that I should further sweeten the pot?" Agar raised his brow sensing something mischievous or even nefarious in his brother's tone.
"Couldn't hurt…." Frost answered him honestly, his lips curling into a mercantile grin that sent pangs of warning through Agar's heart.
