[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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Gerald had stumbled in and out of the jungle repeatedly. The horns of the Coastal Vigils rang upon him, and he did naught but reply with, "AHHHHH!"

He kept on his pace, not entirely sure where he was going, until he came upon quite a sight along the coast. Ahead stood a winged, horned, feminine being, with striking red hair and robes of black.

"AH, A JUNGLE BEAST." Gerald said to himself disregarding any hint of potential danger and making his approach.

As he neared the winged woman, he called out, "OI, FEMININE JUNGLE BEAST OF PECULIAH ORIGIN, MIGHT YEH POINT ME IN THE DOIRECTION OF, EHHHHH... THE NEAREST CONGREGATION OF ALCOHOL ENTHUSIASTS SUCH AS MESELF?"

His words were accompanied by drunken hand gestures that almost seemed to come naturally.

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