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“Uh, are you sure, sir?” Lucian could not help but ask the Dwarf as he felt a little off about the matter, “If I cannot rise to the battle tomorrow then I might be beaten.”
To those words the Dwarf only laughed, “If you can’t get up after the drinking we are about to have you deserve the beating.” The words were suppose to come off as a joke but Lucian could not see the full value of the joke.
“Um, then what will we be drinking first?”
“Bordeleaux Wine.” Declared the Dwarf as he placed not only the two bottles first being presented, but a clear dozen other bottles that were hidden in what Lucian realized to be the Dwarf’s armor, “Then we got Bastonne Wine with a rider of Aquitaine Wine. I haven’t seen an Umgi get to the third rider but if you do, it's a surprise.”
Lucian loosened his tunic as he felt his heart preparing for the drinks, “M-my name is Lucian, Sir Adok.”
“I’m here because I want to drink with the hero of the hour.” Declared the dwarf as he handed a bottle towards Lucian, “But you are just an Umgi until you start drinking. Once we start drinkin’ then you will stop being another Umgi but my drinking buddy for the night.”
“Uh, then it is my honor to be given this chance.” Lucian spoke feeling worry cross his face.
“You tryin’ to be modest is not gonna win you anything Umgi.” Adok pointed out as he presented bottle to the peasant, “A dwarf measures the worth of another by what he makes, how he fights, and how much drink he can stuff in his gullet. You are one of those peasants so you don’t make anything. From what I saw of your fight you’re strong but didn’t get a lick of training. So you need to drink.”
With a ginger touch Lucian took up the bottle and looked at it for a moment. He knew doing anything with the fay was always a dangerous thing to do and drinking with them must have been the highest on the list. Yet as he took the bottle in his hand Lucian could not help but feel a little pride in his person.
With a swiftness the cork of the bottle was popped off and Lucian lifted the drink up high. The taste of grapes washing down his throat as the alcohol ripped into his throat. The stuff was unpleasantly dry but he held it up until the last drop came from the bottle.
“Thats the spirit Umgi.” Adok gave a laugh as he grew a vicious grin, “You are going to make a dwarf catch up in drink.”
With that Lucian watched as Adok lifted the bottle and took a large swig of the contents without care. Just as fast as Lucian, the dwarf settled the drink onto the ground with what must have been respect. Then, he handed the next bottle.
