Negotiations!
In a small stone hut, two figures faced one another with cups in their hands. The drinks alone would have scared many into submission.
- It was ominously blood red. That much was normal, considering it was blood.
- It had an unbearably heavy stench foreshadowing the taste.
- It contained golden magical light wisps swimming in it.
- It was viscous enough to almost look like jelly.
The whole thing seemed more like an incredibly vile poison than a beverage one would serve guests.
The Goblin Chief observed the human in front of him. He did not show any sign of repulsion. He had to be bluffing, right? Even goblins feared this thing!
The goblin raised a toast, grinning inwardly. There was no way the human would be able to keep a straight face for what followed. This would prove him unworthy of the "king" symbol!
As Jack raised his cup, the goblin nodded.
— Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! —