The ale is weak and watery but serves to quench your thirst. Paido takes a great mouthful and immediately spits it out in disgust, wiping away its insipid taste on the sleeve of his tunic. ‘Bilge juice!’ he splutters, slamming down his mug.
‘You should be a sight more careful where you empty your mouth, stranger,’ growls a man seated to your right. He bends down and picks up his polished steel helmet. With a slow and deliberate twist of his wrist he empties it of ale, pouring the contents all over Paido’s feet. Your companion curses and reaches instinctively for his sword.
If you wish to take action to stop a fight breaking out, turn to 314.
If you choose to do nothing, turn to 253.