Bam! The thud of an empty cup against the counter echoed through the tavern, catching the attention of the bartender—a woman—who promptly refilled it.
A hefty yet refined man, Cristian, grasped the mug and downed its contents swiftly.
He turned his head to witness Beowulf locked in combat with an orc, their resounding blows met with cheers from the inebriated audience. Amidst the spectacle, Cristian could discern the servers eyeing him suggestively, but he paid them no mind; he was a regular here.
"Still serving that exclusive ale?" Cristian inquired, yearning for the invigorating taste of a special brew known to induce slumber in the tavern.
"You drained two barrels yesterday; there's only one left, and the stakes are higher," the bartender remarked, wiping the counter clean.
"I'm in," Cristian replied, prompting the woman to summon a male server. Flashing a grin at Cristian, the server disappeared into the back.
