- 01 Jul 2018, 19:07
Alfhildr paused, her eleventh tankard halfway to her mouth as she watched the show unfold in front of her. Humans had such a low tolerance, and it amused her. She leaned back in her chair, smirking. It was almost pitiful, him trying to drink faster and faster. She wasn't sure what he was doing when he began to rise, but what followed would likely be a memory she would return to time and time again.
She set down her tankard, rising from her chair and walking around the table, crouching down beside him. "I suppose this is your concession, then?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question, given that he was unconscious. "Let's get him out of here, boys. Preserve his dignity." She wasn't that cruel, even if this was one of the highlights of her life. For years to come, she would boast of the time she bested a Dane in a drinking challenge. The men in her father's company helped her tug the man to one of the rooms in the tavern.
A short time later, she was sitting in a chair next to the bed the Dane lay in, still passed out cold. She felt it was her duty to at least see to it that he awoke.