Triagog's eyes were vacant, the man's words transformed into ringing in his ears. Suddenly his eyes go wide and he grasps the man on the shoulders, his head pointed downward towards the man's feet. "Nice boots" Triagog thought before a rush of thick slurry raced up his throat and propelled out of his mouth onto the ornate boots. The gentleman quickly lost his composure and sputtered out the start of several different sentences at once as he struggled to decide how he wanted to respond. Triagog released his clasp from the man but quickly lost his balance, colliding with him again and toppled him off the end of the dock into the water. Triagog, now in a panic, starts stumbling into town with all haste before his actions catch up with him. As he reaches the end of the dock the man's question became clear in his mind and Triagog answers at the top of his lungs "BATTLE!" before falling face first onto the tiles of the port.
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