"Bartender! Another barrel of that... uh, you know, the drink you can light on fire!"
"Are you sure you want a whole barrel? That stuff is pretty strong..."
"Of course, a whole barrel! We came here for the strong stuff! What, you lookin' down on Dwarves?!"
Inside the Ice Castle Bar, Bane Furnace's face was flushed red as he slurred his words.
"I'm nowhere near drunk yet!"
Typically, anyone who says that is already well on their way.
Still, the bartender hauled out a large barrel.
When these Dwarves drank too much, they just passed out and slept peacefully. But if you refused them a drink they asked for, all hell would break loose.
In the few days the group of touring Dwarves had been in the Northern Domain, they had already drunk three times the amount of alcohol the bar had sold in the past several weeks combined.
