On the other side of the Tavern was raucous laughter and to one man, the true spirit of the tavern. A huge bulk of a man could be seen at one end of the table, with a small crowd gathering round. The muscular man could be seen downing an entire tankard of ale, with three empty ones beside him at the table. On the opposite side was a smaller man, who was struggling with his second drink. The game was simple, first to down five tankards wins. This man was Darius, a mercenary for Galloway, who hailed from an unknown land. When he has no work, Darius regularly stayed at the "Retired Sword Tavern". Here, Darius drinks and feasts, performing impressive feats of consumption of the fine alcohol and food, usually for money. He slammed down the forth tankard, and leant over. 

[b]"You'll want to hurry up there, lad!"[/b] He taunted playfully.

His opponent meekly put down the second tankard, and groggily dragged the third one to him. "Gimme a..." he began before he abruptly burped.

Darius merely laughed as he swiftly grabbed his final tankard, and raised it high with a cheer to the crowd before beginning to drink it. In half a minute, it was gone, and he raised his hulking arms in triumph before wiping his mouth. [b]"That's 20 pieces."[/b] He stated. The man simply put his half full drink down, and put the money on the table. "I don't know how you do it, but you did," and with that, the man vacated his seat, taking his tankard with him, but leaving the other two. Darius picked up a coin, and flipped it up before catching it again, admiring the pattern. There was no money like this at home, and he never got money at the Pits either. Coins were okay, but if Darius didn't get a contract soon, then he'd be out of pocket real quick. He looked around, seeing no one of relative note. Everyone seemed normal, but tonight... something was a tiny bit off. His thoughts quickly went back to himself as he picked up a piece of bread he paid for before the drinking game and began to eat it, an attempt to soak up the alcohol he just consumed. Until something happened, he interacted with the small crowd he gathered, laughing and drinking the man's leftover ale with them.