Bawdy song erupts from one of the tavern tables. There is loud applause and hoots and hollers as onlookers express their good cheer.
"
*We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death
We're drinking till none of our livers are left!
We're winding our way to the spirit store
Well drink till we can't drink any more!
Raise your glasses high!
Drink the cellar dry!"
Six mugs raise, six mugs are drained within seconds, and six mugs are slammed onto the table. The last person to lay their mug down, bloated and tipsy from the vast amounts of alcohol that have been consumed, removes himself from the table.
"One down, five to go!" the black haired beauty cries from her seat at the table. Her laughter is loud and she's grinning broadly as she calls out, "Fill the mugs!"
The cry for more ale is chanted by the crowd. A barmaid hurries to fill the mugs, for as long as the ale flows freely, the crowd is kept sated. Though, she wonders whether the idea to serve so much ale to this crowd is a good idea...
Ebon-Ashe hasn't had this much fun in ages. Of course, regular ale doesn't quite have the potency of some of the more rare drinks carried by the Golden Griffon. She shivers as she remembers the drink Curulan once gave her that wasted her with a few small sips. Of course, this only served to motivate her to many nights' work building a tolerance to this beverage... and many mornings with a splitting headache. Still, she hadn't built an immunity to more than a full glass. In the end, she ended up abandoning this quest because the resulting headaches ending up debilitating her for days at a time, making it difficult for facilitating her business endeavours. The resulting effect, though was that massive amounts of regular liquor was no longer a challenge to hold... and so long as she had the upper hand in a contest, there was money to be made!
The crowd silenced as the 5th mug was filled. Ebon raised her glass and the chanting began again.