<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5946291#msg5946291">Quote from: sleepingferret on 02-03-2012, 22:06:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Laughter fills the tavern, as Dio bursts in and makes his announcement.  A half drunken man sitting, near the door, shouts "Ye hear that, Reaver...the boy wants to actually challenge ya!"<br/><br/>"I heard the boy, and it's his neck he's risking, not mine." a rough accented, voice from behind the bar responds.  And then it'll hit you...wait the barkeep is the guy or well in this case big half-orc the drunk had refered to as Reaver?<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Huh. So there's the catch. His opposition is hundreds of pounds of pure muscle and confidence. Before Dio lets himself consider throwing in the towel and slithering out of the inn meekly, he figured that he should at least hear what the contest is about. Plus, there has to be some sort of advantage of being considered the underdog. By everyone. What's the worst that can possibly happen anyway? All this neck-riskin' talk could just be talking about betting chicken neck meat. Which are delicious, all other things considered.<br/><br/>"That means we're doing this, then! So what's the contest going to entail?"