A man of the leatherworkers walked into a tavern and ordered 3 hot pagas. He sipped a little out of each one until they were all gone, and then ordered 3 more. After he was served, the tavern owner, curious, mentioned to the man that he might find it more pleasant if the drinks were served one at a time.
The man replied, "Well, I have 2 brothers. One is in distant Turia for a while, one is in Port Kar maybe for a long while, and I am here. When we left each other, we swore to drink like this as a reminder of when we all lived together and drank together. So I drink one of these for each of my brothers as well as for myself."
The tavern owner and the others in the tavern respected this and left it at that. The man became a regular and always repeated the 3 drink ritual. One day, however, he ordered only 2 drinks. The owner went over to him and expressed his condolences at the man's loss. The man looked puzzled and then brightened.
"No," he said, "My brothers are just fine. What happened was that, well, I've been having some health problems, and a Physician told me that I have to stop drinking paga, so I did. I have quit drinking paga. Thank the Priest-Kings that my brothers are in perfect health!"

This Peasant out for a hunt in the forest with his great bow and this Warrior out with his crossbow each thought they were alone in the woods, and well, they each spotted the same tabuk at the same time and shot at the same time.
Well, the tabuk went down, and when the two men came upon it, they saw that the arrow and the quarrel had both made killing hits, so the Warrior said that it was rightfully his, and the Peasant said that it rightfully belonged to him, so as they argued, the Peasant suggested that they have a contest to decide.
The contest was that they would take turns kicking each other right between the legs until one of them gave up, at which time the other would take the tabuk.
So, the Warrior stood with his legs apart and the Peasant gave him a tremendous kick. The Warrior fell to the ground crying while the Peasant watched in silence.
Then when the Warrior finally got up, readied a kick and said, "My turn," the Peasant said, "Naw, you can have the tabuk. I can always get another," and walked away whistling.