You both drink three more tankards of the ale, but it doesn't seem to be affecting you as badly as the dwarf.
About 10 minutes later, the Dwarf passes out, and you head is feeling clearer.
"Well, looks like I win," you think, as you stare at the unconscious Dwarf in front of you. you grab the pile of gold coins that you and the Dwarf had wagered, then smile at Gorm.
"You switched my ale with something else, didn't you?" you inquire.
"Of course not. That would be cheating," he replies, winking. "You 'd better get on out of here. I'll put this oaf in a decent room."
You thank Gorm for the ale, and leave the Tavern. You begin walking home, but you haven't gone far when someone bumps into you.
The man has to be at least 70 years old. He has bags under his eyes, almost no teeth, bare feet, ragged clothes and a large bag, the contents of which have spilled onto the street.
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