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I was once First Mate on the Wave Mistress, ship-of-the-line in the Kul Tiras Third Fleet. The Doomed Fleet. Doomed, for on its last voyage the fleet was attacked by Red Dragons. Dragons controlled by Orcs!
We didn't stand a chance against that dragonfire...and our fleet was burned and sunk off this here coast. I'm the sole survivor of those poor vessels...
...Oh, my head hammers and pounds! I'll need a fresh drink if I'm to get a handle on this hangover and continue my tale.
When you return
Oh, I'm so very thirsty! Won't you buy a drink for this poor, pathetic fool?
On completion
Ah! That hits the spot, and loosens the tongue. Thanks, mate!