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“Well then he’s a poor drinker and a challenge failed nonetheless. He promised to beat me yet here he lays. He should’ve paced himself before passing out.” Marcus smiles.

He still sets a sizable sum upon the bar, and smiles at the Ocelomeh.

“Your master lost, but he deserved this distraction. Tell him I was carted home by my ladies....” Marcus walks away from the sleeping Jorge, and leaves the tavern. Paying for their drinks and the maid’s time.

Marcus re-enters the room and snatches up his bottle. Leaving with the drink.