Acon smirked. "Alright. Let's make a deal. If you can kill me before morning, you can of course have all the loot on my person, plus everything my old man makes working the royal garden." She pulled down her hood, letting her long purple hair cascade to the ground. "But if I win and you haven't killed me by the time the suns comes up, you buy my old man and I all the food we want to last us two years."