Seeing the excitement on Medivh's face, Karin was momentarily stunned.
The man before him was very different from every version of Medivh he had imagined.
"How much can you drink?" Medivh asked him.
"I haven't drunk alcohol in years!" Karin waved a hand and replied, "Drinking damages mental power!"
"What idiot mage told you that?" Medivh shouted, swearing.
"Gray Robe Bux, the Kirin Tor Archmage who passed away two hundred years ago. Chapter three of his Mage's Self-Cultivation mentioned that point..." Karin replied calmly.
"I don't care!" Medivh waved a hand. "This is Karazhan, not Dalaran... Karazhan has its own rules."
Moroes had already brought over another mug of ale and stood beside Karin.
"Fine Elwynn ale. It tastes wonderful, and what I have here was brewed with the finest wheat in all of Elwynn Forest!" Medivh remarked.
Karin took the mug of ale from Moroes.
"Of course, if you can't hold your drink, you can..."
Before Medivh could finish his sentence,
Karin had already begun gulping down the ale... Just as Medivh had said, it really did taste wonderful!
The mug held almost a quart (about 1.14 liters) of ale, which was a little difficult for Karin to finish in one gulp. Well, he needed to pause briefly and swallow it in two.
Medivh looked at the elf before him with some astonishment.
"Didn't you say you don't drink?" Medivh asked with a slightly odd expression. Clearly, he could sense that Karin had not lied.
"No, I merely haven't drunk in many years... But before I became a mage, I was a regular at banquets all across Quel'Thalas. Or rather, I was once a drunkard!" Karin replied with a smile.
"I think I'm starting to appreciate you a little!" Medivh said with a smile, then gulped down a large