Mobile- Tormann comes up and starts pouring beer. “Well now! Private rooms will run a gold a night, or ye can grab a bunk in the attic- that’s only four silver, but you're sharing the room. We got two private rooms left”.  Looking over your shoulder, he sees the chanting wagon drivers and says “drinking contest is it? You’ll want this”. He also gives you a bucket.

Kinnock also grabs a tray and accompanies you back to the table. “Alright fellows, who’s in? Loser has to rub Ashanti’s feet! All drinks must be completed, no hesitation, no regurgitation! And who wants to make this interesting?” He rests a gold coin on the edge of the table. 

" Should be the winner has to rub them! Bloody privilege it is,"

"well, I can never pass up on a drink or two..."

{Alrighty, everyone taking part can wager one gold and give me a constitution check, anyone who rolls below the DC is out. The contest continues until the winner is left standing} 

Kinnock, Larrin and Minda all put a gold piece in the centre of the table and hoist their tankards. "Cheers!"

 Kinnock- 18

Larrin- 21

Minda- 3

Kinnock and Larrin both drain their mugs in one long draught, but Minda's goes up her nose and makes her choke, coughing and spluttering.

Mobile~ As Tormann mentions the rooms sinsil will hand him a gold piece. "I'll take one of the private rooms."

15

oops, that is a fourteen not a fifteen. I only have 14 con.

Mobile- Tormann takes your coin with a grin. “Certainly ma’am, I’ll have someone take up your bags”. 

Tristan manages to finish his pint- this time. 

(DM - How much do I owe for the round?)

"I'll also take a private room," Brona says, sliding the coin for the room and ale across the counter. Moving back to where the group was enjoying the second round, she places the bucket on the table.

"I'll just watch, make sure no one tries anything. I've got a room, should you want one, so if need be I'll drag you up when you're done here." She takes a few steps back from the table, knowing enough by now to keep some distance from the splash zone.

{Well phb says 2sp for a gallon of ale-  say 4 silver for the round of Trostenwald’s finest}.

"Alright, round two! Down the hatch boys!" Kinnock and Larrin heft their tankards once again. {If Cecil wants to get in on this make me two constitution checks}

Larrin- 10

Kinnock- 19

Larrin starts to struggle about halfway through his pint, turning pale and leaning over the bucket. After a few seconds, he lets out a wet burp and waves his hand. "I'm done"

OOC: I just got the dice roll glitch twice. I dont think dnd likes my computer ;)

16

"Looks like it's just you and me, Tristan!" Kinnock gloats, passing over another foaming tankard. He hefts his, grinning. "Ready?"

Kinnock - 16

Meanwhile, Minda has begun to good-humouredly rub Ashanti's feet in defeat. 

"I dont know about that. looks like just me all by myself" (drains glass)

16

The two of you drain your glasses in tandem. Kinnock sways a bit blearily and laughs. "Ha! Good one! Less see if you can do it again..." 

Kinnock- 12

Brona and Sinsil  notice a young man scoffing at your group. "Gods, how uncivilised. I suppose this far from the capital they'll let in any old riff raff." He has a nasal voice and his arrogant manner suggests a noble upbringing. 

mobile~ Sinsil closes her book with a resounding THUD. Steps down and approaches the young man "You know not if whom you speak, these are an envoy of mine Sinsil Larelidev Fwoks, you've heard of my father and he would be much displeased at your treatment of his trusted hands enjoying a night of revelry before returning to their labor." She stands as if she were the largest thing in the room, calm and dominant.

Using the mechanic of the Noble background.

he tips his hat at the compliment "you look drunk blind. doubt you could see a thing" (drains glass once more)

9

Ashanti just leans back and lets Minda work with a blissful sigh, she opens an eye at Sinsils words and gives a slight smile at the little ones defence of them.....though honestly the group does fit the definition of riff-raff.

"Oh Fwoks? Some kind of provincial mine owner yes? Good of you to carouse with the help. My name is Vivor Truscan, perhaps you have heard of my father- Prime Arbiter Sydnock Truscan."

The young man is lounging at a table with what appear to be two other rich young boys. One has a fancy coat of scarlet velvet, and the other is approaching seven feet tall. If you had to guess, you'd say they were spoiled younger sons of rich families, sent to serve for a couple of years in the military out of tradition. 

"Still, no need to waste your time with them any longer. Come sit with us, you can tell us all about the fascinating life in Hupperdook." His comrades begin snorting with laughter. 

Tristan- Kinnock begins to reach for another tankard, then gulps. "I'm gonna get some air..." He stumbles toward the exit, followed by Larrin. Minda snorts at them. "I suppose I'd better go check on them". She follows them outside. 

Tristan smiles "try not to spoil your shoes"

his mood sours as he hears the little brats talking about their daddies. he leans back tipping his hat over his eyes, and lights a smoking reed.

"fascinating if you enjoy watching spoiled little boys grow into spoiled young men"

Mobile- The boy in the scarlet coat sneers in Tristan’s direction. “Draconian eh? I suppose you have some kind of title as well- too bad it’s to a place that no longer exists!”