I guess our guys both drank and poured their hearts out like this for half a day. The trio of mobs, realizing they wouldn't be able to handle Toraman, was going to call over another duo roaming nearby.
The six men, settled around the floor table, had eaten away the time clinking their tea glasses. If I hadn't intervened and pulled our guy away, I fear this would have taken much longer.
"Oh mannn, we were drinking so nicely!"
Toraman was truly wasted this time. I grabbed the arm of the boy, who was built like a bear, and tucked myself right under his armpit.
"May it do my lion good, but enough is enough, it's best to stop these things right at the sweet spot!"
I wanted to get out of this situation before it went to shit, excuse my French. Even if the mobs couldn't kill Toro due to the level difference, there was no point in dragging it out.
"You know about these matters of the heart, don't you Max? Teach me too!"
