展开事件内容(包含选项结果与剧透)
| Cocky vs Iron Lungs | ||
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| A Cocky自负 and Iron Lungs铁肺 brother are having a breath holding competition. | ||
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As you roll up some maps and put them back in their panniers, a commotion draws you outside your tent. The men are dragging Cocky自负 across the ground. His clothes are sopping wet and his face one shade short of death. The men give him some good slaps on the cheeks. Eventually, he wakes up, eyes wild, mouth gargling water like a broken fountain. He looks around and asks what you, too, wish to know.
"What happened?"
Ironlungs walks over, a similarly wet visage, but with a far more colorful complexion.
"You cocky c**t dared to see which of us could hold their breath the longest. You lost because they don't call these the iron lungs for nuttin'."
The men have a laugh as Ironlungs boastfully pounds his chest. Cocky自负, still wobbly, gets to his feet. Mere moments after being completely unconscious, he's already back to his prideful ways.
"Yeah yeah, you bested me this day, but I shall be the best, just you wait!"
Another sellsword whimsically points out that the cocksure fella has a huge string of snot dangling from his nose. He confidently wipes it away despite the roaring laughter of the company.


