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All is deathly quiet as you set your empty tankard on the table. A few minutes pass and you notice that the passengers are no longer regarding you with suspicion. Instead, their stares seem complimentary, as if they were admiring you for being able to drink an ale as strong as Bor Brew.

Paido raises his tankard and takes a great mouthful of the ale of his choice—Ferina Nog. Immediately he spits it out, wiping away its insipid taste on the back of his hand. ‘Bilge juice!’ he splutters, slamming down his mug.

‘You should be a sight more careful where you empty your mouth stranger,’ growls a man seated to your right. He bends down and picks up his pointed steel helmet. With a slow and deliberate twist of his wrist he empties it of ale, pouring the contents all over Paido’s feet. Your companion curses and reaches instinctively for his sword.

If you wish to take action to stop a fight breaking out, turn to 314.

If you choose to do nothing, turn to 253.