The pub was packed full tonight, mostly made up of sailors and a few wannabe heroes. Link could smell the alcohol and smoke in the air, it was thick with it. Some of the sailors were getting fairly rowdy, playing cards or dice and accusing some of cheating. The Sore Thumb was getting a lot of business tonight.
Link walked up to the bartender and ordered some ale. Last time he was at a pub, it tasted like horse piss, but it still had its desired effect. The bartender was fast in bringing him back a large glass mug of ale. And yes, it still tasted like horse piss to him.
"What do you think of the new competition?" the barkeep said, trying to make conversation.
Link set down his ale after taking several long gulps. "What are you talking about?" Link asked. The barkeep pointed over to the wall where a large poster was on the wall.
Link finished his ale and walked over to it.
The Mashing Button Tournament
Only Heroes and Heroines Welcome
Enter at City Hall
Eight Days Remaining
Prize: 100,000,000 Gil Entry Pot
Good Luck!
Link could only smile. If he won this he could retire from playing the damned hero all the time. He was only in it for the girls and money anyways, and with this cash prize, he would be set. It would be tough competition, but he knew he had a decent chance of winning.