Rod read the competition notice twice before carrying it back to the table.
Lana had spread her equipment receipts beside a cup. Dain's shield rested against the wall with its repaired straps turned outward. Dirk was examining a small mark on a bowstring while Nessa divided fresh dressings into travel packets.
"Five people." Rod said.
"We have those." Lana replied.
He put the notice between the receipts.
"Three events. Rescue, medal hunt, and a treasury heist."
Dirk set the bowstring down. "How much are they paying?"
Rod pointed to the prizes. Nessa read the entry conditions first, then the death rule, then the equipment restrictions. Dain leaned over her shoulder.
"No attacks on competitors." He said.
"But they can close a door in your face." Lana said. "We'll need to be certain nobody closes it between us."
