“Poor me?” Rhyderi muttered. “Indeed, yes… poor me. Poor me that I have to put up with this…”
He sighed heavily and retreated towards the nearest chair, resting his weight down in it. “Just sit and watch, I suppose… bet on them, not me.” He stuffed the coinage that Seres had given him into his pocket so he didn’t have to look at it. It felt like a dishonest way to make money, in his opinion.