Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

The bounty hunter rolled to get his paws back underneath him, but for the moment, did not rise from the ground. He laid a few feet away, tongue lolling as he captured his breath. Coral eyes tracked Solharr's every moment, wary despite the relaxed position he held.

He was pleased to have been named victor, though he did not have much in the way of masculine pride. He was pleased, too, that the game had been called by Solharr; Catamaran had never been sure how to end these things, and the longer it went on, the more likely someone was to be truly hurt. But they had both come out of it no worse for wear, and Catamaran did not dread the idea of having to prove himself again.

"I'm here to be wielded," he replied, not unkindly. "Call me what you like."

He lifted himself from the ground, then, and gave his hide a perfunctory shake. His coral gaze lifted to Solharr's face once more, patiently awaiting any marching orders.