As he is a normalass dude without any fun things like 'magic' or 'crazy witcher senses', Dandelion misses the fact that Renfew's touching the thing on his belt entirely. Truth be told, he's more focused on examining the possibly-coins and trying not to pay attention to the cinder spirits because yeah, they're super creepy, he doesn't want to deal with that.

So, he sits back, arms idly crossed over his chest as he watches Renfew squint at the target, concentrate, throw the dart...and well. Shit. He might be a bit better than expected.

"That's only one out of three," Dandelion points out, trying his hardest to seem nonchalant. Of course he would smack talk someone who's amazing at darts, he couldn't just smack talk someone who's okay at it, after all life would never be that easy!