The barkeep poured another round. The spectators anxiously held their breaths as Alric, and another pack member downed the liquor shot in one go. The elf with a deep scar across his face grinned triumphantly before turning unconscious and slamming his face onto the wooden table. Everybody cheered, patting Alric on the shoulder.
"Talk about having an iron stomach," Aodhan commented, grinning from ear to ear. His breath revealed he was slightly tipsy. The two watched the crowd disperse, then got up. Alric felt the alcohol impede his balance, requiring him to lean against the table for a moment. It seemed it had been too long ago since he had last drank this much. He shook his head to clear his mind.
