8Chapter 34: Legolas tries to get drunk
"Another."
Legolas stared at the bartender. Four empty jugs of ale and wine were drained, and he felt no change. The bartender stared at the coin with greedy eyes, though with despair at his low stock of intoxicants. The bartender poured the 20th cup of ale for Legolas.
The undead elf knocked back the cup and chugged it down in three seconds flat.
"Another."
The bartender shook his head. "Knock yourself out, provided that you have the coin," Legolas thew more gold to the bartender.
He got the gold killing people and orcs, might as well put it to good use. After drinking the 21st cup, he still did not feel the effects of the alcohol. Being undead sucks. In frusteration for wasting coin with no effect from the drink, he slammed the cup down and stormed out of the tavern, looking for an easy kill.
He grabbed the first human and bit into their neck. After draining the victim, he noticed the slight pointy-ears.
"Legolas, you are my father."
He just killed Therawyn.