Dwarfslayer

33

The next morning, Damon sat on his bed, eyes fixed on the door. He continued to tap his feet against the floor, as he had for the past hour.

Finally, the knock came at the door.

Damon shot up, and answered immediately.

Maurice stood there, frowning.

“I’m ready to win today,” Damon said, and he walked forward. Maurice placed a hand on his shoulder, and pushed him back.

“There are no matches today, Damon,” he said.

“What?”

“You don’t have to go outside. There’s no match waiting for you out there today. Or tommorow. Or any other day for that matter. I quit.”

“Why?”

“Why? Do you realize how much money I lost yesterday. I usually have to bet a lot to get them to fight you. But to get them to wait an extra day, I had to offer way more than I usually do. And then you, you had to go and lose to all twelve of them!”

Damon’s mouth hung open. He didn’t know what to say, so what came out of his mouth was, “What?”

“I don’t have any money left!” Maurice closed his eyes and breathed. “I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to you. You know exactly why I’m mad. You set me up because you think it’s my fault you lost that family sword of yours. Well, look here, I’m leaving before you mess up my reputation.”

Maurice turned, and walked down the hallway, leaving Damon in the doorway.

“Wait!” Damon said.

“Dark infect you!” Maurice shouted back.

Damon didn't say anything, and watched as Maurice disappeared down the hallway.