"Looks like you're ready for the Games," Drifter says, flipping a coin that disappears into his palm. "Well, you know my bet's on you Hunters. Quick. Sly. Real nasty with a knife." He grins. "My kinda people, yeah?"
The coin reappears in his hand, and he dances it over his knuckles. "I know you won't let old Drifter down. I've got big money riding on it."