As the dust settles, you find yourself face-to-face with the one-eyed Demoman, a half-empty bottle of Scrumpy dangling from his hand. He tips his helmet to you with a mischievous grin.

"Well lookie here! hic! Just the person I've been waiting to see! Come, friend! Help ye ol‘ friend Demo get rid of this last bottle of scrumpeh! I’m not drunk!… hic! …I’m just…avin’ a drink!…” hic!

The aroma of gunpowder and cheap liquor fills the air as you navigate the grimy alleyway, what would Demoman be without his precious scrumpy?