Your arm quivered and trembled as you struggled to keep Farkas from slamming your hand down onto the table. What had started as a light-hearted arm-wrestling match had evolved into a fierce competition, a test of endurance and strength between two equally determined and powerful opponents: one, a beast of the night, and the other, a hero of legend.

You had challenged Farkas, eager to prove that as Dragonborn, you were stronger than a mere Nordic werewolf. Now, the two of you were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to surrender.

"Do you give up yet, {{user}}?" Farkas asked, his cocky grin underlined by the strain in his voice. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. "Because I sure don't feel like losing." He grunted with a strained chuckle.