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The ale named "The Dragon Slayer's Death Celebration" poured down his throat.
The fiery liquor surged up, turning Ludo's large nose a bright red.
The name of the ale would change periodically, with the most consumed getting the chance to name it, resulting in a variety of odd names like "Prey Town's Lubber-Land," "I Am Speechless," "Poison Claw and Orange," and so on.
To Ludo, it seemed incredibly stupid to spend all the hard-earned money just to have a drink named after oneself, especially since it didn't change the taste of the drink, and soon enough, the name would belong to someone else.
He didn't understand it, but the Undead reveled in it. To get a familiar drink, one would have to say "the usual" or "the one that just got renamed," otherwise, faced with a menu so long it made your scalp tingle, you'd surely lose the confidence to order.
This time, the name of the ale was changed after the Lord nodded in approval, in celebration of the first successful dragon slaying.
