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Rigel sat down next to the men.

The men stopped their drink. One of them gave him a cross look. "What brings you here, freak?"

"Came to participate in this little contest of yours." He replied.

One of the men chuckled. "Get lost, mutant. No one wants to have a drink with you." The others laughed.

Rigel remained seated. "I suppose you are just scared then, that a freak like me can drink all of you under the table."

"Is that a bet, freak?" The first one asked.

Rigel put his coin pouch on the table. "Of course. I wager all my gold and you can wager some information."

"Just information?!" The second one burst out laughing. "Ugly and stupid, alright we'll take that bet."

''I almost feel bad for them, my mutations give me a major resistance to the effects of alcohol. No one can out drink a Witcher.'' Rigel thought.