The Start

The Dwarf chugged down the next beer, slamming it violently on the table before wiping his mouth barbaricly and slobbily, grinning at her with his yellow and black teeth.

"Ugh." She thought. "Looks like someone's been eating too much corroded pork, along with sour milk."

She turned her head to the Hobbit, who was seemingly did not have much stamina when it came to drinking, as she suspected, considering his size.

"Too strong for you, small one? I assure you, this is no piss like the your low alcoholic potent mead."

The Hobbit looked at her drunkedly and frowned slightly. He raised his finger as it to proclaim something, before his eyes rolled back and he fell boorishly to the floor from his chair.

"One down." She smirked. "This will be easier than I thought."

She looked towards Braeden who was starting to show his drunken twitches every now and then, and was beginning to get visibly drunk. It wouldn't be long until he would be under the table. Only person she considered a challenge would be the Dwarf.

After a few more rounds, they were all still sitting in their chairs, Braeden getting rather wobbly however, and she was starting to feel slightly lighter than before.

"What do you say, Braeden? I don't think I've ever seen you manage to chug this much down before, I'm impressed." She grinned, giving Braeden a playful wink.

"I'm.. I'm not not entirely sure I know how much I've drank. What round is this again?"

Kendrah seized the opportunity and answered sharply, attempting to intimidate him with a ridiculous round number.

"Round number twenty-seven, love."

Braeden's eyes widened for a moment, before they slowly rolled back and he slammed with his head on the table, his mouth partly open and his tongue droolingly hanging out, kind of resembling a large dog who's been knocked out.

"He always was the light-hearted one of the bunch, huh?" Kendrah looked towards the Dwarf, giving him a confident smirk, gently wiggling one of her eyebrows.

"Well, you shure know how to chug down your drinksh, lassh. Where would you have learned to built up shuch endurance?" His speech was starting to get careless and hiccups should not be too long ahead.

"It's wonderous how much you can learn when dwelling with other races, you know. Some have wisdom, others teach you history, but then there is always one that teaches you how to bloody drink like a proper person. I think you can figure out which I liked the most, Dwarf."

He grinned, before chugging down another drink. His nose twitched slightly as he peered at the mug with a hint of surprise, before looking at Kendrah, puzzedly.

"Oh, and there's always one that teaches you how to brew sleeping potions." She said before chugging down another drink, smiling brightly.

The Dwarf fell to the floor, his heavy armour clashing against the floor boards, giving Kendrah a rather awkward chill as she sneakily got out of her chair, peering at the trio passed out infront of her.

"Huh. I bet that will hurt in the morning." Kendrah turned on her heels, straight into an Elf who had a rather curious and a discomforting look on his face as he smirked slightly at her.

"I've been watching this little promptus drinking contest you had with your "friends" here. I must say, I'm quite impressed."

Kendrah frowned slightly, raising one eyebrow.

"... With what? The drooling dog or the sleeping Dwarf?"

The Elf looked at her oddly for a moment, shooting his gaze towards the three, giving most notice to the Hobbit who as lying on the floor with his behind pointing up in the air like an unfortunate kitten who got stepped on.

"... Since you have incapacitated my travelling companion, would you mind carrying him for me?"

Kendrah raised her eyebrows in disbelief, staring at him blankly, before turning towards the Hobbit.

"This better be worth it."