With a nod, Araceli sets about making her bet, satisfied with the offer she'd heard; it sounded more than fair after all when she'd been happy enough just to settle for someone new to play cards against when she'd come to the Herald's Rest at first.

"Advanced math? How advanced does math have to be?" She'd been a fence for as long as she'd been a thief, and her father was a pirate captain but those were things she did in her head, costs and balances. The sciences went by a different name where she came from but one country had called it something close enough that she nodded. "Knowledge is power, who knows what might be very valuable one day when we are fighting a war against a thing that calls itself the most terrible sort of god."