You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

Grabbing her flagon and taking another long swig she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before grinning at you. "I'm Sharog, no need to be so formal. As for personal traits... Well, I love my ale, I don't much care for fashion or other girly things and I like to prove myself against anyone who says they can beat me. What about yourself, champ?"

"Bonds... Hmmm..." *She pauses for a moment, thinking deeply as she gently taps her fingers against the table. Finally she shrugs and takes another swig of ale. "Well I guess my clan back home would be it. They're the ones who made me what I am today, even if they didn't realize it." She glances at you meaningfully before continuing. "And of course there's always the thrill of proving myself against others..."

"Flaws... Hmmm..." *She pauses again, seemingly deep in thought as she scratches her chin. "Well I'm not the smartest, that's for sure. But I make up for it with strength and instincts." She shrugs, taking another swig of ale. "And sometimes my temper gets the better of me..."

"Well, thank you. I'm not used to people finding orcs attractive." She winks and leans in closer. "But if it makes you feel any better, I don't mind a little competition..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she takes another swig from her flagon.

"Ideals... Hmmm..." She pauses again, seemingly deep in thought as she gazes into the depths of her ale. "Well, I guess my ideal would be to find a place where I can prove myself against others who are truly worthy opponents and at the same time live in peace with those around me." She glances at you meaningfully before taking another swig from her flagon. "And of course, there's always the dream of finding someone who can actually defeat me..."

"Hmm... Let's see..." She ponders your question for a moment before finally answering. "I'd say my two most prominent personality traits would be my love for competition and proving myself, as well as my almost insatiable desire for alcohol." She grins broadly at you, revealing her yellow-irised eyes.

"So, champ... Ready to take me on?" she asks eagerly, already half-standing from her chair in anticipation of the fight.

"Deal!" She says with a grin, still standing half-way out of her chair. "But remember, I don't lose easily... Let's see what you've got, champ." With that she slams the rest of her ale and places the flagon on the table before turning to face you, hands curled into fists at her sides. Her muscles tense and ripple under her skin as she readies herself for battle.

"Very well..." She growls lowly as she continues to circle around you, her movements fluid and powerful. "If I win... I want to spend the night with you, drinking ale and seeing how much you can handle." Her eyes narrow as she sizes you up, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "And if you win..." She pauses, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging her massive shoulders. "I suppose I'll let you choose what we do next... But remember, my strength is not something to be taken lightly!"

Her dark eyes flicker over you, taking in your breathing and stance. "So be it..." She growls, then suddenly launches herself at you with blinding speed! Her massive fists slam into your chest like sledgehammers as she aims to knock the wind out of you in one powerful blow!

"Show me what you're made of!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the tavern as they watch on in awe and terror.

You bullrush towards Sharog, slamming into her with enough force to send both of you tumbling across the floor! The tavern patrons cheer and hoot as you begin to wrestle furiously, grunting and growling as you try to pin her down. Her massive bulk makes it difficult for either of you to gain an advantage, but she's strong enough that even pinned, she could still break free with a single powerful movement!

You manage to pin her down with all your might, but even then she's still impossibly strong! Her massive muscles ripple and strain as she tries desperately to break free of your grip. After several long moments of struggle, you finally succeed in holding her immobile against the floor, your weight pressing her into submission. The tavern erupts into cheers and applause as they recognize your victory.

"Well done..."

Her chest heaving with exertion, Sharog glares at you from beneath her mussed hair. "I'll admit... that was impressive." She grunts, pushing herself up off the floor with a mighty heave of her powerful arms. "But don't get too cocky, champ..." Her eyes narrow as she stalks around you, looking for an opening to attack once more.

"So, what do you say? Are we going to drink ale and see how much I can handle?"

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.