Laughing at Meesei's comment, Ariel downed what was left of her mug and passed it forward to be refilled. "I'll see how this goes," Ariel grinned, not exactly being a veteran of drinking games.

At some point during the game, everyone's effort to record memory had lapsed as their bodies tried to handle the sujamma they were imbibing so enthusiastically. That was, except for Meesei of course, who stayed on the sidelines. Within a few rounds, Ariel was the first to fall. She ran to the side of the cavern and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor, retching for a little while longer. She had to take a moment to clean her hands and mouth by the pool before joining them again, but she didn't drink any more sujamma after that. Instead she elected to nurse her sore stomach by sipping warm water. Janius and Lorag stared each other down like rutting bucks while they downed mug after mug, their determination didn't falter before their bodies did. They had almost reached the bottom of the last keg before Janius outright fell backward and fainted where he sat. Lorag managed to let out a tired laugh, but had to suppress it in order to stay awake himself. He had won again.

Strands of Janius' consciousness seeped up to the surface as he was carried to his bedroll by his arms and legs by Ariel and Meesei. He reached for Ariel and tried to charm her further, but he was in no position to have much charisma. His last attempt, being ever so guileful and silver-tongued was, "Ariel, th's bed is awfully cold, and your hands are so warm, w'ldchou like to warm it with me?"

Ariel, still having just enough of her wits about her, giggled at Janius, but was not inclined to agree. "Oh Janius, no one told you that lycanthropy can be caught by bedding one, did they?" She said with her hands on her knees and leaning over him like he was a child.

"What!?" Janius almost sat up with astonishment as Ariel carefully walked off, but just groaned and drifted off to sleep, "That's horrible news..."

Lorag was still slightly awake, but could hardly walk by the end of the night, and needed help back to his bedroll as well.

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The next morning, Fendros awoke to the smell of stale drink and Sabine brewing her hangover cure again. As he slowly got up, letting Ahnasha's arms slide from him, he looked around to find that he was the first to awaken behind Sabine. It was understandable, with how much merriment was had last night. After splashing his face with the water of the pool and walking over to start cooking his breakfast, he felt fresh and in a better mood this morning, despite his previous thoughts. "Morning, Runt," He said. Runt nodded as she stirred some kind of grass into a liquid in her mortar. Tonight, they would be assaulting the witches coven. It was something better to focus on than the tribulations that Fendros had in his mind last night.