Thread: Festival of Warring Races ||Lagertha x Google||

A princess was among the Elves gathered in the area around him, that was something of a surprise for Jandrax but a very welcome one. The only other time in the past that he had encountered the royalty of their kind had been on the battlefield, owing a few of his scars and the missing chunk of his horn to their sort though those encounters had not been one sided afairs, the Elves tending to leave the encounters with broken bones and missing teeth. The white haired one made a good point when she observed what he would prefer, she wasnt wrong as a willing and pliant partner was far more preferable to one who found his very gender to be objectionable and a turn off. To take the princess home with him that night would be quite the prize, not only for the carnal aspects but also because of what might spill from the lips of the kingdoms treasurer while she was drunk. Still he had to place his own bet to enter into this game properly. He thought for a few seconds before reaching into a pocket in the back of his pants, pulling out a small leather pouch that fit neatly in his palm, untying the hemp cord that bound it shut he dropped it down onto the small table before them, some of its contents falling out. Within the pouch there was a few pounds worth of metal ingots that shone nearly white in the light around them. Gromil He grunted, suspecting both Elves would be able to recognize the exceptionally rare metal. Gromil was a particularly rare metal, difficult to come by and smelt but more than twice as strong steel and only about a fifth of its weight. That light weight made it a poor choice for forging the heavy hammers, mauls, and axes that Minotaurs favored but at the same time made it fantastic for blades and armor. This particular amount was worth a good deal, this much could easily be melted down to provide a strong coating for a complete set of armor, the ingots of it used as a particularly high valued denomination of coinage for Minotaurs an insane bet if Jandrax hadnt been absolutely certain that he would win a drinking contest against two Elves, one of which seemed almost at her limit already. Let them enjoy their dainty amounts of liquor, barely enough to even properly wet his tongue, the ale he had cracked open was a rather potent brew that he trusted to speed up his victory. Offering him the first choice was something of a mistake and offering to match equal amounts rather then trying to find a rough equivalent based on size was an even bigger mistake. He easily outweighed the both of them and this was going to be his first drink of the day not to mention the heavy breakfast he had consumed that morning as he suspected the food served at this would hardly be properly filling so the advantage was his right from the start. Hey, two more mugs. He barked at a nearby minotaur, a specimen with brown fur, much smaller horns, and a ring through its nose, who was quick to produce two mugs the same size as the one Jandrax had poured for himself. In swift order both were filled, carefully poured to ensure a nice thick head of foam topped each mug. Not as refined as the fine wines that your kind is known to produce but it has its merits. In particular being strong and carrying a slight taste of honey with black berries. To your health ladies. With a grin he set both mugs down before them, lifting his own and tilting it back, pouring the potent ale down his throat and draining the mug without much difficulty, giving a sigh of appreciation before using the back of his hand to wipe the foam away from his lips. But please, take your time I would hardly want to have this be called an unfair contest. In his words a challenge though, almost daring them to prove they could do as he did, counting on their arrogance to be their undoing.