Harley Bent  (Level 1 Godamancer)<br/>LIV 1  BSH  1  SNK 1  LIK 1  WHT 3  RED 1  BLU 1  GRN 1  BLK 1  XP 1<br/>Healthy<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The girl wrinkled her nose a bit at the mention of turpentine. The stuff was vile and she didn't have to taste it to know it, being able to smell it was good enough to convince her that you'd need an iron gut to handle it. Uncertainty flashed past her face for just a second before it was once again replaced with newfound confidence thanks to the sound of what she guessed were coins clinking together reaching her ears as Bart bet a small pouch of his as well. The rewards were just starting to look better and better even though the odds definitely seemed to be against her at the moment...but that could change...right?<br/><br/>Right. Better to try than to walk away thinking about a lost chance...Harley Bent never passed up on opportunities...no matter how small and unlikely they seemed. Sometimes she even surprised herself, though many times she left with a scowl on her face swearing revenge one day. And many times she was given that satisfaction when she later returned, called upon for help to ease them of some sort of mysterious ailment. Ah, the benefits of being a 'holy' person.<br/><em><br/>So, what'll it be, lass? Ale? Brandy? Rum? Grog?...Wine?</em><br/><br/>She was almost tempted to say 'Wine' what with that obvious pause and utter dislike, but she'd had enough of wine during her days in training. "I think...I'll go with...ale." It took a moment to decide but she figured that if she was going to be in a drinking contest, then she might as well drink to her heart's content in the process, loser or not at least she would've gotten something out of it.