The Hunter's Mark

You slide over to watch the two men arm wrestle. The immediate area surrounding the two is packed full of people yet somehow you manage to find some space. One of the humans looks like he has spent his entire life lifting very heavy things while the other looks as though he has spent most of his time drinking and eating. The second man looks a little older than the first and he is much larger. The first man looks younger and smaller. They seem quite evenly matched.
A Half Orc notices you and approaches. Care to make a wager?

Most of us don't son. That axe of yours looks pretty tasty? I got a couple a hand axes I could afford to lose. Fair bet?

At this point Haedrid makes appears at your elbow. Tell ya what Serpentskull. I bet ol' Magak 'ere could give ya a run for ya money. How abou' ta match. I'll wager 20 gold against ya two hand axes. You see the half orc grin greedily. I'm game if you are?

Nodding at Haedrid's words, Harbek takes another drink.

As he is about to respond, he hears a commotion from across the room and looks over to see two men start to arm wrestle. Laughing quietly to himself a the site, as it reminds of his time in the military. Turning back to Haedrid,

Aye. I be certain somethin' will present itself. I'm no hunter though, unless we be huntin' orcs, goblins, or the like. Thems I be ready to hunt any time.

The two of you quickly clear a table and sit down. You can hear the excitement of the crowd as people place their bets.
Serpentskull is gonna teach this new comer a a lesson.
I dunno. This new guy looks pretty tough.
What? You gonna bet on the new guy? Serpentskull has never lost a match.
The two of you sit down and size each other up for a moment then Serpentskull puts his arm out and you clasp it with your own.
Place your bets now! You hear someone say. You turn your head and you're surprised to see Lena taking bets.

Seeing the excitement building as Magak sits down to start arm wrestling, Harbek can't help himself and makes his way over to the bar and looks for the halfling. Finding her easily,

Oye lass. How's about you spot Harbek 5 gold against me tab to place a bet that me friend there be winning this contest?

You're betting against Serpentskull? Ya must be mad but I'll happily take ya gold. she winks at you and smiles and makes a mark in her notebook.

Smiling back at the diminutive woman behind the bar, Harbek takes his drink and gets in position to be able to cheer on his friend at the table as he attempts to take on this Serpentskull.

Magak and Serpentskull lock arms and it is a true display of strength. You can see the cords of muscle flexing and straining as each tries to wear the other down. Despite all expectations to the contrary, it is Magak who takes the first round. Gently pushing his opponent's hand to the table.

I get ready for round 2.

@Magak Serpentskull looks at you with a new found look of respect. He nods his head in determination then holds his arm out. You clasp it and your battle begins anew. During your match you see him bite down on his bottom lip and snarl in rage. In a matter of moments he forces your hand upon the table. It hurts a little.

As my arm hits the table, I feel my rage rising. My eyes go wild as I feel a new sense of strength coursing through me.

You see the rage burn out of Serpentskull's eyes as he lets out a roar of triumph. The crowd echo his roar as the score is tied one to one. You sit there feeling dejected. But you focus your pain into rage. You chanel it and let it wash over you. He sits down again and grins at you. You offer your arm and he takes it. You feel the effects of the previous two bouts and for a moment it seems as if your strength may fail you but you summon all of your willpower and you refuse to allow your arm to move backwards. Serpentskull grunts with effort but he cannot move your arm. After a few moments you make your move. You put all of your remaining strength into an overwhelming push which ends when Serpentskull's arm hits the table. The crowd is stunned to silence. Then it errupts screaming your name. Magak Magak Magak.
Serpentskull looks you in the eye. Well fought stranger. I am Garock Serpentskull. I will want a rematch sometime soon. I hope you will face me when the time comes. Til then, enjoy your victory.
And you do. You find your tankard filled with an unending supply of ale as patrons buy you round after round. After your third cup, the door to the inn opens and Que walks in dragging an enormous stag by one leg.