A few more fights went by, one after another, and Aron did what he'd been doing from the start, quietly leaning toward Sheri, giving his thoughts on who he believed would win each match. His predictions weren't perfect, but they were good. About two out of every three times, he called it right. The occasional mistake only made things look more natural.
Sheri followed his guidance, placing bets of one million on each bout. It wasn't as extreme as the five million she'd put down on Na, but it was still a big step up compared to what she'd been doing earlier in the night. The increase was intentional. If she stayed too conservative, it would look strange later when she suddenly started wagering huge amounts. The Black Hounds were used to reading people; she couldn't afford to stand out.
She needed her betting pattern to look like a wealthy gambler slowly warming up.
