You decide to head for the local tavern for a bit of relaxing after a long day of working hard, alone at your table with a tankard in your hand, steadily asking the sultry barmaid for refills. Tending to your own thoughts you don’t seem to notice how the tavern slowly but surely empties out, your eyelids feeling heavier with each passing moment.
The darkness starts to seep in from all corners, before suddenly you notice one of the other patrons of the bar passing out.
“Hah! Weakling you think to your self, a man that can’t even handle his liquor!”
A few moments later another one passes out, and yet another. Your feel dizzy and nauseous, this isn’t like you, YOU can handle your mead. Or so you thought.