[ Lambert isn’t so monstrous as some of the tavern’s other patrons, but he seems curiously strong despite that, or at least confident he’s a match for it. Muscles in shoulders all tense one after the other as he really puts his back into it for one last push, hands shaking as they vie for triumph.
With a resounding slam, the faun’s arm hits the table and there’s a mix of cheering from the winners and groans of disgust from the losers, muttering about how they can believe he’s still going, he’s been at it all night! Lambert laughs and straightens; the bartender calls to him to bstop breaking his co-worker’s arms just because he’s done for the night. ]
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With a resounding slam, the faun’s arm hits the table and there’s a mix of cheering from the winners and groans of disgust from the losers, muttering about how they can believe he’s still going, he’s been at it all night! Lambert laughs and straightens; the bartender calls to him to bstop breaking his co-worker’s arms just because he’s done for the night. ]