Chapter 5
by 
NicoDezelar258
Who wins the contest?
Drallio Bestoll
After twenty mugs each, Xavier had started to slow down. Unable to finish the twenty-first, Xavier put the mug down and laying his head upon the counter.
"I give," he groans as the world was spinning from all the ale. Drallio laughs heartedly as he finishes off his mug.
"Looks like I win," he states as he stands up. While he was obviously drunk, he still moved decently stable for a drunk man. Walking over to Xavier, he leaned over and whispered his prize in his ear.
What does Drallio want?
- No further chapters
- Add a new chapter