The earth genasi looks at the flagon then back to Flicker and shrugs.
"Maybe two glasses. Oh and what ever was left in here after pouring you all some." He lifts the flagon and drinks the remaining contents and sets it down on the table. The loaf of bread that finally arrived was in the smiths hands almost as soon as it was set on the table. Tearing a large chuck of the loaf off, he reached for another morsel of food to eat with the bread.
"Besides I've drank more than that and had to hammer out parts of a new helm the next day. You should relax a little Flicker, your stiffer than a piece of pig iron." Jørmund said between bites all while pushing the glass of alcohol to his firey companion.