The stranger she found to battle next was @Darko Ljubicic. He was scrawnier than she expected, but he was still big by the standards of a little felis that couldn't even reach five feet high. She wasn't quite sure what had drawn her to him. The scent of the alcohol had basically burnt her nostrils to some extent, but she was so sure she smelled something... Familiar about him. Perhaps it was comraderie that led her there? Nah, that was stupid. So not Briar. "Les get some more fattan you bons and more dinks in my belly. I challyou to a showdown of stomachs and booze!" Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 90 Thrown dice: 11 81 25 75 23 21 97 94 517 Win: 6 / Lose: 4
As Darko was finished with the nobles, he then was approached by another challenger. A felis this time, who challenged him on a battle of stomach strength by booze. With a quick 180-degree turn Darko faced the felis with a smug expression on his face and then said, "Challenge accepted. I hope you throw up, alley cat." Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 40 Thrown dice: 65 46 12 77 58 6 78 13 Win: 3 / Lose: 1?
