.N - Yeah another continued chapter of Bard called Duncan the dwarf.

[(A.N. 2 - Fixed the errors and spellchecks also changed text from gray to white, due to software code text error. {Sorry}. Enjoy!) 08/12/2015]

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The elf glared the dwarf, hers eyes were clearly showing both anger and irritation.

‘Perfect, she took the bait, now we should stalk for the time’ thought the the dwarf.

“Oh, i see the joke wasn’t funny for you” Dwarf said with huge grin on his face. Then he quickly added.

“I know, could you tell me how many elves are needed to change the candle?”

The elf face changed from anger into curious one, she narrowed her burrows as she was in deep thoughts. ‘Is he challenging me, with this riddle?

“Very well DWARF, the answer is simple, only one elf is needed to change the candle.” Replied the elf.

The inn fell in total silence, as people were anticipating for the dwarf answer, but hearing the conversation from the beginning, they knew the dwarf will make a funny reply to irritate more the elf.

“Unfortunately no, it is the wrong answer. To replace a candle, you would need a  good thousand elfs. One to sing the tale of the old, burned-out, candle. One to pretend that it didn't melt or evaporated away, but instead, faded to the idyllic afterlife of candles. One to remind everyone of the fabled Candles of Old, who were giving a eternal glow. Another One to remind how the candles were lit for not merely light, but also for love, magic, wisdom, and soothing quietness. All the rest to randomly dance and prance meanwhile. Of course, the candle is never changed, but there's no hurry, anyway, since the elves believe they can wait still another millennia or two.”

As his words ended, the Elf face turned red, the inn burst into laugh, even the innkeeper chuckled, as he could not stayed quiet and neutral. As people laugh, she sent the blood-lust aura, that silenced the audience.

“Tell me what that is? It is small, sturdy and hairy, stinks with ale and lies in the ditch?” Asked elf, as she moved her hand towards hers waist.

Duncan pondered a while and then shrugged his arms.

“It’s a Dwarf who told too many jokes” She said while instantly drawing the dagger and slamming with it, at the top of table. People quickly jumped out of theirs seat seeing this reaction, but there most shocked with next words, that elf said.

“I challenge you for a Duel!” said the elf with hint of arrogance.

“Look Lady, I came here simply to rest and drink in company, of those humans there and I am really honored, to be challenged for duel, but look nor do I have any weapons with nor do I even know how to fight and besides it’s immoral to fight the woman with fists.” Replied Duncan, looking calm and still smiling.

“First you slander my people, then you broke my disguise, by strange magic and now you acting as coward?!”

Duncan raised his hands in the air.

“Now, now, I am not a coward, I was raised to be a gentleman and hitting a woman, it’s not my thing, but as for duel, we could have something else than fighting, right?”

“What do you mean by that?” Questioned the Elf.

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“What would you say for a drinking duel? Duncan asked, the Elf.

“Drinking duel?” asked Elf, ‘Is he taking me for a fool?’ She hesitated a little bit, she knew that dwarfs have a great constitution, both mentally and physically and because of that they could drank more than other races before they get drunk. ‘It is risky, but I think i will handle this.’

As Duncan saw that, she was thinking about the proposition, he said

“It is going to be like this: We will drink in turns, whoever will pass out, under the table will lose. If I lose, you could do whatever you want with me, but if you lose, you will grant me one wish. However I would like to propose that for every sip you take I will drank triple the amount you drank, because I see that you are a little bit hesitant” Stated the Duncan.

‘Is he serious? there is no way that he can drank that much, must be strong or really stupid’ Thought the elf.

“I accept the duel” as she said that, she sat on the chair opposite to Duncan.

“Innkeeper! We would like to have ALL yours barrels of the finest brew, that you have!” shouted Duncan, while waving his golden mug.

“But Sir, that's going to cost you a lot.” Replied the Innkeeper as he scratched his head, not knowing if the Duncan was serious or if he can even afford for it.

‘He is right, there is no way that stupid dwarf that offended me, has that much money with him’ Thought the Elf, but her thoughts were driven away, as she saw Duncan pulling out bag filled with gems, without the delay Duncan grabbed a large sapphire from the bag, and thrown towards innkeeper.

As the Innkeeper grabbed the gem, his eyes widened in shock, he quickly noded towards Duncan into the cellar of Roasted Boar Inn.

“Well i think the matter of payment is solved, but there is one issue left” Said Duncan.

“Which is?” Asked the elf.

“We did not introduced ourselves properly, My name is Duncan Durn, what about you? Asked Duncan.

“My name is Delilah, if you want to know”

As the they both exchanged their names, the innkeeper rolled the first barrel, when he placed the barrel horizontally, he started pouring the alcohol into the mugs, but before he started to pour the second mug, Duncan stopped his action by tugging his arm.

“ I do not want to be rude, but I would like to drink from my mug after all it is my family heirloom”

Innkeeper shook his head,and poured some into golden mug as Duncan instructed.

“Well then, shall we start?” Asked Duncan while smiling,

“You should be more careful, because I will make that ‘smiley’ face of yours, taste the defeat!” Replied Delilah, while rising hers mug in the air.

“Cheers!” Shouted the Delilah as she took the first drank.

“Well triple cheers for you then!” Replied Duncan as he have to drink three times the amount.

This how the drinking contest started and the news from Ben and Brian, of how the Elf and Dwarf made a drinking duel and nearly drank whole alcohol in the Roasted Boar will soon spread like wildfire and will soon create a long lasting tradition in every Inn in the Trident Continent.