Furthering Competition - Part 1

Gar shook his head. "Bad hunting. Rabbit slip through hand. Wooooshhh."

"If I gave you a coin, would you know how to use it?" Oliver said.

Gar nodded enthusiastically. "Not stupid. Gar very clever. Gar buy lots of food."

"Do you think you can find yourself some clothes as well?" Oliver said. "If you would find me before your bout tomorrow, I can see armour lent to you."

Gar shook his head. "No armour. Waste. SLOW. Wayyyy toooo slowwww. Thick like muddddd. Sticky sticky."

"Clean yourself up at least," Oliver said, holding up a gold coin for him to see. "Spend the majority of it on food, but find yourself something warm to dress in. The weather is too cold to be that ragged, and you're only going to be colder dressed as you are."

Gar reached for the coin with outstretched hands. Oliver held it above his head, finding – with a certain degree of amusement – that Gar was smaller even than he. He couldn't have been much bigger than Nila.