Following the trail of Nergal, Part 2.
Goran's adrenaline rush wears off, and he slumps to the ground; he sits down flat on his arse, with his legs stretched and spread in front of him, and his back propped against a wall. He still has his sword in his hand and his shield over the other. He has a small but deep gash above one eye, and the other is swollen half-shut. His lip and nose are also bleeding, and the bandages on his shoulder have become loose, so his previous wound is slowly leaking once again. His mohawk, though sticky and matted with fish guts, is still standing tall.
He reaches into his mouth and pulls out one of his back teeth with little effort; he then tosses it aside, and it rattles across the dark wooden floor like a skipped pebble. Finally, he takes a long swig from his flask and starts chuckling to himself. "Now I get why dwarves don't normally spend much time on boats."
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