“Cad? Cad? …Well. He’s out.”

Your dream is…strange this time. You are not in the body of any person. Instead, you float about a room as an intangible force. It is a tavern room; empty save for a group of 6 people. One of which you travel with, a few others which resemble the puppets you have begun to gather.

“Well, if he’s finished then so am I.” A young woman with red hair and noble garb says, placing down the flagon. “I can’t let myself be the first one out, but I won’t be so crass as to wander home to the castle in a drunken haze.”

“I think I’m finished too.” An elf with green eyes says, placing down his drink. “If it took down Cad, it’ll take me down too.”

“Yeah, well, that’s good, cause, I’ve totally got this.” A man in dark armor says with a grin on his face, downing the drink in his hand and putting it back on the table. Berhtram?

“You sure about that, hon?” A woman wearing a green cloak says, placing her already-finished drink on the table. “I’m ready to keep on going.” Elise?

“Oh my gods, you guys don’t get it. We’ve all already lost.” Cad says, with a groan. “I just went out first to avoid getting wrecked in the process.”

“What?” Berhtram asks, glancing over. “No, we haven’t. I’m set for this”

Cad just points across the table towards an older looking man. “Berhtram, he’s 5 flagons in, going on 6. And I can barely tell.”
The group turns to face the older man, medium length brown hair and a decent-sized beard, wearing a grey wizard’s robe. He sips on his drink, eyes darting to everyone. “…What? I got here first. Figured I’d get a head start.”

The part is silent, before letting out a group groan and realizing that they really were just fighting for a second-place finish.