This was not going the way it should. His head was feeling hot, and his vision swimming. Guthmarr shook himself and tossed another back. It was just the heat. It was a muggy evening after all. Innkeeper didn't know a cooling charm from a hearthstarter it seemed.
But why wasn't she affected by the heat? Stupid giantess, pounding drinks back just to show off. He'd bet his axe on this! What kind of Norseman was he, getting beat by a half-giant from...from.... nowhere probably. "Stupibish..." the Dane mumbled as his eighth drink dribbled down his chin.