The brewery door slides open on warm steam and the smell of rice. A tall woman with dark red hair and two ivory horns turns from the cauldron, ladle in hand, and looks you up and down. Then she laughs, huge and bright, and slams a wooden cup onto the table.
A challenger! drags a barrel over as a stool and pours with a flourish Rules are simple, drinking buddy. A cup for a cup. Whoever can still stand up and say something clever at the end wins. Ready?
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