Arm Wrestling
Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2019 12:36 pm
As Kull strides into the tavern, he loudly announces his intention to prove himself the strongest arm for the night. A few people hastily pick up their drinks and move away to tables far out of the way. Kull sits himself down at a small table in the centre of the common room and patiently waits for any challengers.
After some small amount of talk, a burly looking human steps forward. He is a large, barrel-chested man, with forearms almost as big as his thighs. Veins run down his muscular arms and neck.
"You don't actually think you can come in here and best all of us locals, do you? I'll tell you what, you ugly son-of-a-bitch, let's put some money on it. FIVE GOLD PIECES!" he announces to the room. "And if I win, you and your friends leave. If you win, hell, I'll pay for your meals. Best out of five rounds."
The common-room arrupts in laughter. It looks like there's some entertainment for the night.
After some small amount of talk, a burly looking human steps forward. He is a large, barrel-chested man, with forearms almost as big as his thighs. Veins run down his muscular arms and neck.
"You don't actually think you can come in here and best all of us locals, do you? I'll tell you what, you ugly son-of-a-bitch, let's put some money on it. FIVE GOLD PIECES!" he announces to the room. "And if I win, you and your friends leave. If you win, hell, I'll pay for your meals. Best out of five rounds."
The common-room arrupts in laughter. It looks like there's some entertainment for the night.