Never try to out drink a crusader. It never goes well.

A stupid bet led to a heated battle. You and the armoured man sat on either end of a table, stacks of empty pint glasses around the pair of you. His helmet was discarded to the side of him in favour of drinking copious amounts of alcohol.

It was evident you couldn’t keep this up, you felt your balance going despite being sat in a chair, your head was stuffy, limbs slack. And he looked completely sober.

“Admit defeat yet lass?”