"My name is Leif Siegfred, hailing from the deep seas. It's nice to know the names of my future comrades."

The sea elf stows his tool of trade as he starts speaking more of his thoughts.

"Since we have time until tommorow comes, this is a good time to procure some items before we depart.

Elder, could you help us procure the items we need? A net or two is what I'm currently looking for."

“I am the Moon Shadow. You may call my Eidren.” He partakes in a bit more celebration, but keeping a clear head. Eidren goes to bed earlier than the others to be read for an early morning. 

Orm: Yes, there is a small shop in the center of town. They have basic items, not much in terms of weapons, but do have nets and other things of the like. I am the healer around here, so I can give you items of that kind."

Supplies and all were fine, but to him the most important thing was a good drink. He walked through the masses of the people celebrating Winter's end, lightly pushing the throng out of his way and headed into the tavern, a hand running through his black hair. "Barkeep," he called out gruffly, "what you got for me this night? I leave on the morrow and I want the headiest drink you got."

Eyes lighting up Gotazar turn to the elder "no one has mentioned to me that you are the town's healer as well!" He eagerly launches into shop talk inquiring after any active cases. Later he makes his way after the dark haired "angry small one" and upon finding him sits down next to him, orders a pint, deals out a hand of three dragon ante and lays down a silver piece. 

Leif grabs the elder's hand and gives him a friendly handshake.

"Your instructions are helpful, elder. If I may, I would also like to stay for the night in your humble abode and perhaps ask more about a certain expedition in private after I procure the items I'll buy."

The barkeep raises an eyebrow at Asgrim.

Barkeep: "The hardest stuff? Are you sure?"

"Aye, your hardest stuff," he answered with a grin. Drink, as always was a ritual he did before he went off and did something stupid, and going off to try and get some relics that belonged to legends sounded a lot like something stupid. It eased his nerves, the drinks, and more it gave him the courage he would need. But, alas he dare not forget the mission his Jarl had given him so long ago. This thing he would do for the village elder, more for the glory than anything else, but he would need to move on soon. Gods or no gods. "And bring some for my large friend here. I want to see who can outdrink the other."

The barkeep takes a glance at Gotazar. He steps into the backroom. He emerges with two frothing mugs full of a dark golden liquid. 

Barkeep: "Two Thor's Thunder. I must tell you, the first person who drank this swears he had a vision after gulping it down. He said that Thor himself approached him, and hit him on the head with his hammer Mjölnir. When he woke up, his head was pounding like an anvil, and he had a lump on his head this big."

He gestures to his closed fist.

Barkeep: "But I'll tell you wwhat really happened. After gluging the thing, he started stumblin' like a stunned goat. Something must have tripped him, cause next thing we know, he's crashing into a table! That's what really gave home the lump."

As he finishes his story, he walks across the bar to help other patrons.

Dm: 

Do you guys put any wagers or bets on this drinking contest?

Asgrim looks at the barkeep as he tells the story and grins at Gotazar, baring his teeth. "You up for it, big man?" He asks as he lifts up his mug, "I warn you, I've had drinking contests with an entire garrison's worth of men before."

Gotazar returns the wicked grin and maintains eye contact while bringing the drink to his lips. For Gotazar the drinking is for glory, the three dragon anti is where the gambling is done

Leif blows his horn to attract the attention of the tavern's patrons.

"Come one, come all! For tonight you will see these two champions foretold by the gods competing in a fitting challenge known to man, by drinking the most copius amount of alcohol!

Now, now, you may think this is just your ordinary drinking game of ale but dare I say you're absolutely wrong. They will of course drink this tavern's famous brew, Thor's Thunder!

Who will bring their ancestors the pride they deserve and who will fall to ground with shame and wake up with a painful hangover? Only the gods will know. But there is one thing I definitely have knowledge of and it's that I'm willing to wager 5 gold for the one-eyed human to win."

Leif shows his purse full of gold by lifting it up using mage hand.

"Is there anyone willing to place a bet against me?"

As Leif gives his speech, the entire tavern gathers around, placing bets among themselves. Life is able to get in on it, outing his 5 gold into a pot if 25 gold total.

The crowd hushes in anticipation as the two competitors put the drinks to their lips

Constitution Saving Throw

Asgrim: 9

Gotazar: 14

As Asgrim and Gotazae start to drink, they are surprised by the bitter taste of the brew, but keep drinking. On their second mug, they start to sweat. Asgrim puts his cup down to get a breath of air, giving Gotazae the little time he needed to push ahead, winning the commotion.

The crowd erupts with cheers and curses, and the sound of coin changing hands. One of the men in Life's pot approaches him with a smirk, and opens his hand.

Constitution Saving Throw against getting drunk

Asgrim: 16

Gotazar: 14

As Gotazar jumps to his feet in victory, he stumbles. He would have fallen if Asgrim, still quick on his feet, wouldn't have caught him.

DM: Gotazar is now drunk. He has disadvantage on all rolls until he finishes a long rest. Asgrim is not drunk, just a little buzzed.

"You made your ancestors proud Asgrim!"

Leif blows again on his horn as he bellows out a tune as liken to a war song to celebrate his one-eyed human comrade on this unlikely battlefield of chugging men.

The sea elf then counts the gold he won after winning the bet.

Eidren emerges from his room, foggy eyed from his nightly meditations, to investigate all the commotion. Of course. Just two large men comparing their... egos.

He never was one for the drink. Eidren preferred to keep a clear head. Though he couldn’t help but crack a slight grin at the celebrations and revelry. He catches Asgrim’s one good eye, gives him a nod and a smile, then returns to his room to prepare for a bright early rise. 

Asgrim stands warily on his feet, stumbling as he grins at the crowd, patting the drunk Gotazar on the shoulders. "You've drank well to make your ancestors proud, my large friend," he said, nodding up towards Eldren subtly before the elf went back upstairs. Then, to the rest of the tavern, he said, "A round of drinks for everyone! On this man!" And he pointed to Lief and gave him a hardy pat on the back with a savage laugh.