Arren watched with some disbelief as he emptied the heavy skin of stout. She shook the empty thing as he handed it back to her. "Wow...what are you, a camel?" she asked. "That was almost a gallon of Weatherbie stout, Ashendar!" She narrowed her eyes, smiling coyly. "You might be fine for now, but half an hour from now...we'll see..." she said in a sing-song voice.<br/><br/>"I'll have to start a tally, if we're going to take this contest seriously..." she says, wondering how much she'd had so far. Drinking men under the table was a past-time for Arren, but she wondered if the hulking cleric might prove different. Either way, she was sure tonight would be a fun night.