After that fateful day in the restaurant at Dunnstads, Bradwynne had decided to be more circumspect about the matter of killing humanoid NPCs in the game of Terrasphere. But this resolve of not killing non-player people in the game was replaced with an uncontrollable urge to drink anything with alcohol. The first thing that he would seek after a grueling quest or tedious work was a glass of wine, a quart of ale, a mug of mead, or similar things. His tolerance of alcohol had grown to such a point that he had drunk a number of glasses and still was able to walk himself to the nearest inn and rest there. Now he found himself in the tent where he could drink to his heart's content without paying a huge sum, and will also pay him if he consumed the largest amount. The eight mugs were filled in his presence, and although he was mocked by other people due to his youthful looks, he paid them no heed. He would prove to them that he would be able to hold his mug by his deeds. He then drank slowly the mugs before him, his mouth feeling the taste of the ale first, and then gradually picking up the speed. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 10 80 85 4 53 89 15 14 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
Well, he had won the first drinking contest and it was time for the second round. So far the contest hadn’t been the easiest but he was still in the lead. He had just emptied the bladder was walking back into the tent. When he saw his next opponent it was someone that he knew, Bradwynee. He was an old friend and this was a contest that he would enjoy. “Well best of luck and I hope you have learned to hold your liquor better, now let’s have fun.” Knocking back mug after mug felling the liquid run through him, it was a good brew if nothing else. The drinks went down smooth one after the other until his mugs were empty. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 5 Thrown dice: 30 92 49 91 23 31 22 22 Win: 1 / Lose: 0
