"An apology? This fine wine was wasted on a big, stupid bear. Considering how precious this wine is, it's lucky I didn't make you apologize to it. And now you want me to apologize to this big, stupid bear? You're—you're impossible! Hic—"
Normally, Chen would never have done something like this, much less said such things. But when it came to fine wine, he just couldn't control himself. After downing that huge cup, he was already seven-tenths drunk. The wine had driven him to steal something that belonged to another, and his drunkenness had led him to say something so offensive. The old saying was right: drinking caused trouble.
"Chen! Shut up, right now!"
Valera was a real friend. Anyone else might have kept out of it, given that she'd only just met Rexxar—or, really, barely knew him at all. Yet here she was, standing up for Chen. That was loyalty and devotion for you.
"Lord Rexxar, I'm really sorry. My friend loves his wine, but he can't hold his liquor. One drink and he gets carried away. Please be the bigger man and let him off."
"Elven lady, if your friend had only offended me, I wouldn't care. But he shouldn't have snatched Misha's drink. It's her favorite. Since he was bold enough to take it, let's see if he's tough enough to avoid a beating!"
With that, Rexxar raised his hand and charged at Chen. To be fair, Rexxar was being quite reasonable. Put yourself in his place: you're enjoying life with a friend when some stranger suddenly appears, steals your things, and ruins the mood. What would you do? Someone hot-tempered might grab whatever was at hand and swing it at him. An Orc would probably pull out a weapon and go straight for the kill. Rexxar,