Klaus raised his final mug in salute to the cheering crowd, feeling genuine warmth at their enthusiastic celebration of a contest that had pushed both competitors beyond their normal limits. The atmosphere in The Silver Crown had transformed from casual evening entertainment to something approaching festival, with patrons trading exaggerated retellings of the drinking contest that would grow more elaborate with each repetition.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Klaus announced with theatrical bow that earned additional cheers, "it has been honor competing in establishment that clearly knows how to appreciate proper entertainment. The Silver Crown lives up to its reputation for hospitality that exceeds expectations."
Marcus beamed with pride while counting evening's profits that had multiplied as word of the contest drew customers from neighboring taverns. "You're welcome here anytime, young lord. Though I might need to stock additional supplies if you plan on making this regular occurrence."
