Rasmus looked at the big jug made of a mammoth's tusk in front of him, filled with a warm ale. He listened to Rullein chugging the whole jug beside him, enjoying every last bit of it while Aris, who sat beside him as well was drinking it moderately. On the other side of the table, Lazarus, Arthor, Maximilian, Monica, Moriganne, and Nior were sitting and enjoying their fair share of the beverage.
"This is a tradition in the north, Count. If you can drink the whole jug in a single breathing, you're a true northerner," Lazarus said with a stoic expression.
"Oh? Then give me another one. I'll chug the whole jug in a single breathing," Rullein slammed the emptied jug as she wiped off the ale on her lips. "This is just a piece of cake for me," she smirked as she stared at Lazarus.
Lazarus gave a smile and then signaled to the knight to refill Rullein's jug. Once the knight refilled the jug, Rullein began to take on the challenge, trying to empty the whole jug in a single breathing.
