A young man went his way towards the tent. His gait while he was walking would seem to indicate that this person was drunk, when in fact he was not. The sure thing about this person is that the person who controlled him, Miroslav, was still suffering from the loneliness of having to lose his family in a car accident. He thought, maybe a drink or two would help him forget everything. But he did not know that he was about to participate in a drinking battle, up until he had drank all eight mugs of ale in the presence of someone whose name he did not know. The ale was bitter to his taste, but at least he hoped that the bitterness would help overshadow his own. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 69 36 21 24 18 57 74 89 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
As Sean slowly made his way over to the stools, it was clear previous drinking contests had started to take a toll on him. "Insert random battle line here," he muttered softly to himself before taking up his mugs and drinking. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 45 Thrown dice: 47 28 63 38 62 14 43 50 Win: 2 / Lose: 3
