Hanging out

Roland was looking at some coins on the table, the numbers hovering above them indicated the sum. It was a number above 100 which would put it above one large silver coin. He then looked at bar wench snatching that large sum, leaving three large pitchers of unidentified booze behind. There were already some bottles spread out that were open and half empty.

"What you looking at Roland? Drink up!"

Sahildr shouted out while she herself grabbed one of the large pitchers and started drinking directly from it. Roland wasn't sure what kind of alcohol was in there, but it was dripping down this muscular woman's mouth and right onto the table. He had been doing business with the girls for a couple of weeks now and they were having a little party at the local tavern. He had apparently gotten through the trial period and they now wanted to go deeper into the dungeon with him. 

"You sure you should be bringing a minor here?"

Roland narrowed his eyes at the three girls. Even though he was an older gentleman on the inside, on the outside he was a ten-year-old. His party members thought that he was slightly older and apparently in this world after you obtained your first class, you were considered an adult. There was no such thing as an age cut of for drinking, so they didn't see anything wrong with this situation. 

"Minor? what's that? Is that some good liquor?"

Rebecca asked while pouring herself a tall glass of the alcoholic beverage then chugging down on it. Roland was amazed at how well these two girls were handling their alcohol, even if he thought back to his old college days he couldn't recall anyone being this much of a binge drinker as these two.

"I guess no one cares as long as they have the money for it..."

He grumbled under his nose, mostly saddened by the fact that he got peer pressured into chipping in. He lost a whole twenty large copper coins that were worth close to four goblins. He suddenly felt someone's hand on his shoulder and spotted the third party member looking at him.

It was Reyna the wolf girl, her face was all read and her wolf ears were twitching all over the place. She had an uncharacteristic shit-eating grin plastered all over her face.

"Rlaond whut ae ya dotign, drink with bing shis!"

She was already quite drunk and pushing a glass of booze against his face. The moment he got a whiff of it he almost gagged.

'How can these people drink this?'

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He started pushing the white wolf girl away with both his hands, but the stat difference started getting apparent as she didn't budge from her spot.

"You sure are chatty today..."

He bobbed and weaved while trying to evade the smelly cup of alcohol. The wolf girl was quite persistent with her assaults the other two just watched and laughed from the side.

"Dis is a ruight of pasuge! Druink upppu!"

She jabbed her finger into Roland's side which made him open up his mouth. The wolf girl's eyes shown in a golden hue as she skillfully deposited the beverage into his gullet. At least that's how it looked like from her perspective, in reality, she just splashed the whole thing onto the young boy's face.

Roland closed his eyes and spit most of the alcohol out but some made its way down his throat. It had a familiar cheap taste and also he could feel it burning his throat. 

'Bah, this is badly distilled booze!' 

He was a drinker as any college student but after one night of heavy drinking, he had sworn never to drink again. He had a criminally weak stomach and had to suffer each day after such events so he had decided to just stop. 

Sahildr and Rebecca decided to join in on the fun. They held him tightly and forced more alcohol down his mouth. The two watched the liquid slide down one of the bottles as the boy chugged.

"Hic"

"Drink up boy, men have to be able to hold their liquor!"

"Hic"

Basic Alcohol resistance gained.

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More time had passed, Roland felt like his adventure was slowly coming to an end as after about half a year he had hit his level cap. Their adventurer party had ventured to the third floor of the dungeon. They decided on not moving past this level as the monster attacks began to be more vicious and troublesome. The monster types increased and with those the defensive tactics had to be changed, they couldn't just keep doing the same thing over and over again.

The strongest monsters around that level were the Wereboars. They were creatures with gorilla-like bodies and the head of a boar. Roland also finally saw Sahildr's large magical hammer at work. The rune was activated by her mana and when she connected with the target a small explosion would occur. If she timed it well it was able to take out a wereboar in one hit or at least incapacitate it. The problem was that it required a lot of mana, mana that a warrior class didn't have much of.

'I guess a weapon like that is situational, have to make it count, unless you have enough mana to spam it constantly.'

Roland was sitting in the room that he had rented while thinking to himself. The candlelight danced around while the youth was looking at a piece of paper. He had a quill in his hand and he dipped it into some ink. His digits moved smoothly as he started writing on the parchment, the words came out clear and the penmanship was satisfactory. 

Basic Calligraphy L9 reached.