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That dwarf who met you at the gate approached Howie and said that he had never seen anyone in this world drink so much beer without getting drunk!
Dwarf Berserker:
- Well, it seems like someone has finally appeared who can drink more than you, "Beer King."
The dwarves burst into laughter... The dwarf who met you, whose name was Torim, grinned and boomed.
- I challenge you to a beer-drinking contest, stranger! What do you say? No one can defeat Torim in the art of drinking!
King of the Dwarves:
- I would like to see that! By Royal Decree, I declare tomorrow a beer festival! The winner receives 10 gold, any weapon found in the dwarves' storeroom, and a barrel of first-class beer! Let's have some fun!
What will you do, Howie? Will you participate in the festival?
I nudge Howie with my elbow and whisper - Don't be silly, agree! You'll get something out of it anyway, and we desperately need the help of these dwarves!! ;)
- Vaults or no vaults, the flames are closing in! - Verdan remarked.
Meanwhile, Tanya, you feel a thought racing through someone's mind: "Tear of Malassa..."
What are your actions?
Suddenly, as if noticing my intense gaze, the dwarf gets up from his seat and heads towards the exit... What should I do??? Following him will arouse the dwarf's suspicion, and I can't leave Howie alone – who knows what he might do... But I can't just let this go!
Brushing off my robe, I asked: what do you intend to do now, elves?