Saras, who'd been standing somewhat nearby, both out of shock and respecting wishes, felt himself move forwards as well. "Leave them out of this. I'm the one you're after." Saras said. He drew his blade and pointed it at the man. "I challenge you to a duel. No funny business with Bloodstream's abilities, just you versus me, sword and shield duel."
The man pulled his blade away from Tortwig, facing Saras. "If I win, I get the Hook of Azarana back, along with your head." He said.
"And if I win, you leave." Saras replies. "Deal?"
The other man smirks. "Deal, if your friends here don't mind."
"Oh, and one more thing." Saras continues.
"No using the Mark of the Azarana, either. I want a fair fight."
"Then why not use yours as well?"
Saras rolls up his sleeve to show his scar. "That's why."
The other man chuckles and sighs. "Fine then."