"We were gathering a bit of information, that is all," Cattaleya explained. "Things got a little heated with the guards, but we could not exactly start throwing punches inside a fort full of soldiers, could we? So, after a few taunts here and there, I suggested a drinking competition. Their pride would not let them back down, and one thing led to another."
She waved a hand at the piles of empty mugs as if they were nothing more than props in a minor performance.
"At first, it was just a simple contest," she continued, "but once I beat the first three, they brought in more challengers. Then someone shouted that I could not possibly handle ten in a row, and naturally, I had to prove them wrong. By the time we were at thirty, the whole place was cheering me on."
"And Elyon?" Lin Mu pressed, his gaze sliding back to the wolfkin who groaned faintly in protest at the mention of his name.
