Ron was an ordinary innkeeper; it was believed that even the most habitual drunkard could not outdrink him. Thus, he always emerged victorious from the debate “who will drink more.” One day a young, fragile girl wandered into his tavern. At this time, the argument was in full swing and Ron was drinking his tenth ale. The girl came closer, as soon as she stopped, the drunkard who was fighting with Ron fell right at her feet. The girl smiled and offered Ron a bet, if he drinks more than her, then his every wish will be fulfilled, but if... Ron, without hesitation, burst into laughter and began to uncork another barrel of ale. that girl was the witch of the local swamps. Ron drank and drank and drank more and more, the ale bursting inside him. In an instant, Ron's stomach became larger than the barrel itself and he fell unconscious. Waking up in the forest, Ron was tormented by a wild thirst, he crawled to the swamp to drink from it and in the reflection he discovered a huge green cyclops troll. Since then, Velronal has been wandering around the surrounding villages in which he finds taverns, he argues with the innkeepers, and for winning the dispute he takes their eye and the inn itself. Ron..Velronal always pours for free and after he drinks the tavern's regulars to death, he sets off on the road to find the next fool for the next argument. Would you argue with him?