"Of course, an even wager," said Jonah, eyeing the blue sheen of the sword with a hungry look. A rather loud clunk was sounded when his own long sword hit the counter, but it was ignored. He picked up one of the tiny glasses, swilled its blackish contents around before swallowing it. It burnt his throat a little, but that soon went away.
"You move," said jonah, a tone of confidence in his voice.

(OoC: I may only get a few more posts done today, but we'll keep going.)