Claire, who he didn't recognize in the slightest had left just as quickly as she had appeared. The golden haired man couldn't help but feel like he was missing something, everyone just kept sitting down at his table, they would both drink, someone standing by the table would say something (which at this point was completely unintelligible to Zelrius) and then the other person would leave. Though this time, he saw another cup, and the final words of Claire echoed in his mind, remembering it to be a good idea to sneak water between drinks, and she had provided that. He downed that clear glass of water, and just in time, as a new challenger approached and another Sixteen Mugs were filled, 8 on each side. A Site Zelrius didn't think he could honestly operate without as it had become so familiar in the last hour or so, or however long it was he was doing this by now. @Bradwynne Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 30 Thrown dice: 10 50 15 46 60 66 27 4 308 TOTAL Win: 5 / Lose: 0
As Bradwynne moved towards the next opponent, he started to chant a Hebrew phrase, to recover from the drunken state that he was in right now. But he was too focused on the spell that his foot was stubbed on a nearby seat and tumbled down. The people looked at him and laughed. "Shaddap," he then shouted, "I'm not drunk or anything!" But the voice coming from his body was a little slurred. He then stood up and walked towards the next table, chanting again the same phrase. But it seemed that it did not work. All right, maybe the angels were a little bit irritated by his drinking bouts, he thought. He then took his seat at the front of his next opponent. Well, wasn't this the person that had floored a lot of people in this tent? A good challenge, he thought as the mugs were filled in his presence. Having tasted the ale one time ago, he then chugged it all in one succession, one mug at a time. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 05 Thrown dice: 98 43 88 77 49 56 9 43 Win: 1 / Lose: 0
