The following day, after drinking themselves to sleep, Lucen's poison resistance skill actually ranked up from Intermediate to Advanced.
Last night, even with his intermediate poison resistance skill that helps with drinking things like ale, Lucen was unable to outdrink Durik.
When he woke up, it was early in the morning. He went down and saw a few people on the ground snoring.
"Good morning, young Thornehart." Bromdir greeted him. Lucen was a little surprised that even when he woke up earlier, Bromdir was still there. Unaware of the shock he gave Lucen, Bromdir continued. "The old stump had left a message for you."
"What is it?" Lucen asked.
"This is what he said, not me, remember that. He told me that when you soft livered lads woke up, meet him in his forge."
Lucen wasn't really insulted by the term soft-livered. To a dwarf like Durik, all humans might look soft-livered.
"Thanks," Lucen then gave a short nod at Bromdir.
