Drunken Chips.
The tavern was packed shoulder to shoulder, and the atmosphere was loud and lively. Patrons stood on benches and tables, shouting and laughing as they formed a crude circle around Nilrem.
"Nilrem! Nilrem!"
"Nilrem! Nilrem!"
The crowd chanted his name with great zeal, their eyes blazing with fun and anticipation.
On the table before Nilrem sat a glass of strong liquor, and beside it… a live, venomous scorpion, its tail lazily twitching.
This creature might look tiny, but its poison was capable of severely harming even a Mana Liquefaction Magus!
Cheers erupted even louder when Nilrem calmly placed the scorpion on the back of his hand. The creature shifted, its legs scraping lightly against his skin, its stinger rising and falling in agitation.
The tavern grew silent. The crowd held its breath.
