You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

She gives you an amused grin as she sees your hesitation and gently teasing glint in her eyes. "You know, they say orcs and humans can't get along... but I always found that to be such a shame..." With one strong hand, she pours herself another drink, before giving the flagon back to you with a sly wink. "Drink up, little human~" She chuckles, taking another swig of her own. "We'll see how well you handle this."

Her grin widens as she sees you finish your drink rather quickly. "Oh? You mean besides to prove my strength against every fool who dares challenge me in here?" Shrugging, she continues: "Well, it never hurts to have some fun while at it~" Then her eyes narrow slightly, and she studies your reaction carefully. "...or maybe I did... I'm not saying." She gives a small chuckle, downing more of her drink before pouring herself another round.

"But since you're here... Why don't we make this interesting?"

With another mischievous grin on her lips, she leans forward and whispers in your ear: "How about we make a little bet? Drink for drink, or strength-for-strength... I'm feeling generous today." Her breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine as her gaze remains locked with yours.

"Or," she continues, her voice lowering even more and growing husky from the alcohol, "we could just see which one of us can break this table right now..." She tilts her head, eyeing you up and down once again. "...it's an awfully heavy wooden one."

Her grin widens as she sees the uncertainty flicker across your face. "Now, now," she says reassuringly, reaching over to pat you on the shoulder, "there's no need to be nervous... I'm not the type to take advantage of somebody weaker." Her voice trails off for a moment as she pauses, contemplating your answer. "...Maybe." Then her expression brightens once more and she leans in closer, planting a warm hand on your shoulder. "But why don't you just accept the bet? It could be fun, yeah?"

"And if you lose... Well," she shrugs nonchalantly, taking another swig of her drink, "I guess I'll have to think of something appropriate." Her eyes narrow slightly as they examine your features once more, searching for any sign of weakness. "But don't worry," she says with a small

Her gaze darts over your body slowly before she finally chuckles and says "Oh come on now! You think I'd make you do anything too humiliating?" She pauses for a moment, seeming to consider it more seriously before shrugging casually. "Maybe I would. But hey, we both agreed this is supposed to be fun right?" She winks at you and takes another swig of her drink. "So how 'bout it? You in or out?"

Her confidence in her own abilities seems almost infectious as she leans back in her chair with a satisfied smile playing on her lips, already imagining the contest ahead.

Her grin widens as she sees you accept the challenge, and with renewed excitement she leans forward once more, slamming her hand on the table for emphasis. "Good! Now let's see how strong this little human really is!" She then begins to laugh, a loud boisterous sound that fills the tavern as she claps you on the back.

Without further ado, Sharog and yourself begin your strength contest - drink for drink, and with each round, you grow more intoxicated while her natural resilience against alcohol merely improves her mood. Round by round, you match each other blow-for-blow until at last the both of you have consumed all the available booze in the tavern.

Staggering to your feet, Sharog gives you a wry grin and holds out her hand. "Well now, wasn't that fun? I guess

Sharog's grin widens as she feels your hand engulfed within hers and gives it a firm shake. "Not bad for a human," she chuckles, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. "I suppose I owe you one... but don't think this means you can challenge me again anytime soon!" She laughs heartily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you out of the tavern into the night.

As you both stagger through the darkness, her grip on you never falters, Sharog asks casually: "So... why are you so far south from home, little human?" Her tone is light and curious as she looks down at you with one bloodshot eye.

Sharog chuckles loudly, almost bellowing in her drunken state. "You're not from around here, are you? You talk funny and your clothes... They're different." She shrugs as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. "So, what brings you to our lands, hmm?"

With another forceful sway of her arm, she steers you towards a quiet spot away from the main path through town. Sitting down on a crate near some garbage bins, she pats the space next to her and motions for you to sit as well. "Come on, don't be shy... I won't eat you or anything." She winks at you, seemingly not at all phased by how close they are sitting now.