>>12550417Aggravated that I just gave someone all my cash only to get hoodwinked, I resorted to a method I usually don't resort to when it comes to situations like these.
I retrieved the frying pan from my bottomless pocket, and before Gliscor could protect himself or even counter it, I did the thinkable.
I whacked him upside the head with it, the knockback was so hard that he almost fell off of his perch, but kept his inverted stature.
After making a quick recovery from the sudden attack, he began laughing whole-heartily, "HAHAHAHAHA! A frying pan? Are you serious? What a load of Trubbi-"
That's when his perch began to falter, he stopped mid-sentence in an attempt to regain his balance, but it was too late.
He was wobbling so much that his tail became de-clinched from the perch, he fell to the floor, and teetered for a few moments in a daze.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGH YOU STUUUUUUUUUUUUUPID CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
Sploosh.
...Before falling off the ship and into the waters below, never to be heard of again.
At first I though my cash was gone, but by some godly miracle, it actually popped right out of the water and back into my possession.
"Whoa, neat."
>MONEY RE-GET!>DEATH TOLL: 002.>YOU MURDERED SOMEBODY.>Moral Guidance: -95With that, I woke Quags up, explained to him that Gliscor was most likely dead, and that if anyone questioned, we were to say "the murderer got to him".
We never spoke about him again.
Next, we traversed the steps up to the pompous first class area, and headed straight for the bar, which was a sad little ship pub for rich sailors to drown their economic sorrows in. What's there to having lots of cash when you have no harlot to share it with?
The bar was pretty empty for the time being, it made for a rather homey appearance.
Let's get to business.
A) Talk to Bartender Politoed.
B) Talk to Lombre.
C) Talk to Pub Wench Gardevoir.
