[0851] Another Gathering

Gragas drank his fill, then slept like a log.

By the time he came to, it was already the third day. He hadn't been lying—the liquor really was strong. Downing it all in one go would put even a heavy drinker like him to sleep for at least two days.

By the time Gragas woke up, Nunu had already recruited enough companions.

At first, the Icefield Travelers didn't trust the boy. Sure, he was a Noxian who knew how to tell stories, but that didn't mean every Noxian could run a caravan well. If Nunu couldn't manage the performances, anyone who joined his caravan would really go hungry.

But after Nunu made his bet with Gragas, everything changed.

The people of Freljord had grown up listening to fireside tales, and Nunu's wager with Gragas was the first time they had ever seen a legend reflected so vividly in reality.

When Gragas toppled over, the crowd watching nearly erupted.

The Furnace Oracle was one of Freljord's more popular fireside tales. Compared with Anivia, who was regarded as a symbol of wisdom, and Volibear, whose savagery made him taboo, Ornn was a regular fixture in legends. But before this, no one had ever reenacted Ornn's wager with the trolls so convincingly.

Gragas was a heavy drinker who hated to lose, but he'd ended up forcing himself to drink until he passed out. Since Nunu had staked his own caravan, the crowd naturally cheered him on. The boy, who hadn't been able to find a single companion before, suddenly received a flood of applications.

One moment, Nunu had been worrying about finding people to drive his caravan. The next, he was racking his brain over how to choose among the applicants. Life's highs and lows really were exhilarating.

And given the wager they'd