This is great crisp writing. The story doesn't miss a beat and the low down beat of this world can be heard through the narrator's voice.

The Beskin chuckled to that, and stopped while scratching at his nose, which was hidden behind a thick clump of fur. "True," he whispered. "In that case, let's call the extra pay a death wager." The Beskin continued to scratch lightly, running his fingers to his chin as he looked to the sky. "Let's say, fifty tokes for the trip, plus one hundred for the risk."