[Tifa was not so lucky. She had been in the middle of talking when the ale had poured over them... and right into her mouth. It was either drink it or try to choke it out, and she did the former, so now, as Eustace climbs back down, she's left swaying and red-faced on the rocks above him.
This stuff works fast—]
Where'd you go? Eusta—ahh!?
[Her foot slips and she falls right down, down, down right at him...]
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This stuff works fast—]
Where'd you go? Eusta—ahh!?
[Her foot slips and she falls right down, down, down right at him...]