With a crowd of Pandaren warmly entertaining him, Herad was urged to drink a great deal of alcohol.
And it was all very strong grain liquor.
The Pandaren's sheer size spoke for itself.
They were all burly fellows standing just over two meters tall.
That height, combined with their round bodies, was truly outrageous!
Even Orcs with arms thicker than human thighs looked like little brothers beside the Pandaren.
Even without the Dwarves' special capacity for alcohol,
the Pandaren were no slouches at drinking!
Fortunately, Herad had received blessings from the Dragon Aspects.
His physical constitution was formidable, likewise far beyond that of an ordinary person.
Although the Pandaren kept raising their cups, he felt little pressure.
His powerful ability to break down alcohol, comparable to a Dwarf's, allowed him to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
But the sheer amount of water in the liquor still gave Herad a hard time!
Compared with those broad, hefty Pandaren,
even three of his small frame put together could not measure up.
Fortunately, these champion chowhounds did have some awareness.
After noticing that Herad had gone out to relieve himself twice, they finally stopped focusing on toasting him.
Watching them gorge themselves on food and drink, Herad felt as though he were watching Tauren eat.
If these fellows entered an Azeroth eating contest, the Tauren would probably be under considerable pressure.
Once they had eaten their fill, the Pandaren began discussing the defense of the Serpent's Spine.
The Serpent's Spine was a great wall separating the Pandaren Empire from the Mantid territories of the Townlong Steppes and the Dread Wastes.
The Mantid had evolved from the Aqir.
Like the Qiraji of the Silithus desert, they were evil and powerful minions of the Old Gods.
The difference was that the Mantid were