Jacoby's smile widened when the man at the desk gave him the go ahead to enter the contest. Soon enough, he had a pint of grog in his hand and was standing in the middle of the contest mob facing off against a dwarf who had just compared him to a particularly weak alcohol. Jacoby chuckled at the dwarfs attempt before returning fire. [color=a36209]"That insult was as shoddy and ill made as your beard!"[/color] Jacoby reposted blithely [color=a36209]"Should I ever learn that Moradin weeps openly each time he catches a glimpse of that scraggly mess you have hanging from your face, it would not surprise me in the slightest!"[/color].