Mr Inch is a noted trainer of exotic animals, and a supplier of the Labyrinth of Tigers. He likes nothing better than to have his beasts devour some unfortunate. His menagerie boasts badgers, a lizard bigger than a man, an extraordinary multitude of snakes, and a leopard.
You agree to commence the duel at opposite ends of the marshes, and it takes some time for Mr. Inch's beasts to find you. Your first sign of contact is a leopard landing on your head. You soon hurl it off, but then a pack of marsh-wolves emerges from the fog. Does Mr Inch own that many? Have they been recruiting the locals? You are surrounded by a circle of bared fangs. Then suddenly, a shot. What? Mr. Inch does not approve of firearms.
Moments later Bartholomew, Mr Inch's giant lizard hurtles past, pursued by an excited gang of hunters. They are shouting something about finding the Vake. There are more than a dozen, they are very drunk and shooting anything that moves. The beasts scatter and by sheer luck, a stray round severely wounds Mr. Inch. Feducci awards you the victory and the purse. You are not sure why. Perhaps he disapproves of all these animals.