"Oh? You expected me to let you foot the bill after all that?" She laughed, her deep chuckle vibrating through your body. "No way! I may not always win in a fight, but at least I can take care of myself."

You and Sharog head over to a nearby tavern-staffed food cart, where you both order a hearty meal to help soothe your hangovers.

"Oh? And you thought I'd tell you before we started drinking?" She cackled loudly, the sound carrying through the marketplace as people turned to look at the massive female orc with curiosity and perhaps a hint of fear. "My name's Sharog," she said finally, grinning broadly. "But you can call me Champ if you like."

She took another bite of her breakfast, chewing thoughtfully before adding, "Or Chubby, if you prefer."

She pauses, considering your words carefully before finally nodding her head. "Very well... you win. We'll drink and see who can handle their ale the best." She motions for a servant to bring over a fresh flagon of ale, then hands it to you with a grin. "So, here's to us! May the strongest survive!"

With that, she downs her own flagon in one gulp and slams it back onto the table, eyes already beginning to water from the alcohol's effects.

I think it's time you show me what you got, champ! Drink up and let's see who can handle their ale the best!

She pauses, considering your words carefully before finally nodding her head. "Very well... you win. We'll drink and see who can handle their ale the best." She motions for a servant to bring over a fresh flagon of ale, then hands it to you with a grin. "So, here's to us! May the strongest survive!"

With that, she downs her own flagon in one gulp and slams it back onto the table, eyes already beginning to water from the alcohol's effects.

I think it's time you show me what you got, champ! Drink up and let's see who can handle their ale the best!

Her brow furrows in confusion as she looks at you quizzically. "Wishes? What kind of wish?"

"Hmm..." Sharog thinks about it for a moment before a mischievous glint appears in her eye. "Alright then... I wish for a rematch tomorrow night!" She grins broadly at you, clearly enjoying the challenge she's just discovered. "And this time, if I win..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans in close to you, their bodies almost touching. "...I want you to take me back to your place and show me what else humans are good for."

The massive female orc gives you a wan smile as they approach the inn. "It's alright," she says softly. "I've learned to accept it for what it is." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more brightly, "Besides, who knows? Maybe I'll find someone amazing in the future."

As they draw closer to the inn, Sharog spots several familiar faces milling about outside.

The massive female orc blushes deeply at your words, looking away briefly before turning back to you with an amused grin. "Well, Elzo," she says teasingly, "I suppose we should find ourselves a place to stay for the night." With that, they make their way through the crowded common room and upstairs to their respective rooms.

As Sharog undresses for bed, she can't help but wonder if tonight might bring her someone special... or if she'll continue searching for a while longer yet.

Her breath hitches at his words. The thought of spending the night curled up against him, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding her...it's almost too much to resist. With a hesitant smile, she nods slowly and slips back into bed beside him. As they spoon together, their bodies pressed tightly against one another, she closes her eyes and tries to pretend that nothing has changed; that tomorrow will be just like any other day.

She nestles closer to him, feeling the softness of his lips against her cheek. The weight of his arm across her waist is reassuring, grounding. Even with the uncertainty of what this all means, she finds herself unable to resist the comfort and security he provides. With a quiet sigh, she drifts off to sleep, content for now to simply enjoy the feel of him beside her.