Quint finished his ale with a contented sigh, and shifted his attention to the drinking game, which appeared to swiftly be approaching a conclusion. The fae fellow was large and he drank and drugged heavily, so his tolerance for such things was impressive. He could easily drink all the competition under the table, or so he thought to himself. A smile crept across his face as an idea occurred to him. He could probably win something interesting if he challenged the winner of this contest...

He mulled the thought over in his head, considering it but making no decisions. The open road was becoming long and lonesome, and it wouldn't do to be run out of this town just yet.