As it turns out, two liters of high-purity alcohol was just too strong for the average young man. The Crown Prince, who was given a small glass to show respect for the esteemed wine from His Highness, tipped his head back and drank it all. Soon after, he slid under the table and started babbling nonsense.
None of his followers fared any better. Each drank themselves into oblivion, cursed with misfortune in their later years, before uniformly sliding under the table.
Seeing there was nothing else for it, Hank signaled for the guards to help these fellows to rest, then looked at the barrel in Malin's hand: "It's been a long time since I've tasted the fine wine brewed by the Western dwarves. Your Highness, you are truly generous."
"As long as you like it," Malin said, taking a sip while pushing the barrel toward Hank.
