With no time to unfurl your wings you tumble off the shelf towards the bar, bracing yourself for what could be could be a hard impact. Until...
"SPLORCH!"
You feel your body come to a stop in something thick and pungent. Still disoriented from your fall, you nervously open your eyes to find yourself waist deep in some sort of green mush about the consistency of oatmeal. Looking up, you see the chin of the faun you had been eavesdropping on looking off towards the now messy back bar from where you came: You've landed in Meadow's mug of bog beer!
You take a moment to chuckle to yourself about your incredible luck. Of all the places you could've landed, what are the odds you land somewhere soft enough to break your fall? Plus, though not your usual drink of choice, this bog beer did taste pretty good...
Your quiet celebration is short lived however as a voice from above you interrupt your thoughts.
"Molle are you okay?" Meadow calls out gently above you. "Do you need any help?"
Hearing Meadow speak, it suddenly clicks: you're not safe here! But with nothing to grab on to, the thick bog beer holds onto your submerged legs like quicksand. As you frantically try to free yourself, the conversation above you continues.
"Haha, I'm fine Meadow, thank you," you hear Molle reply. "Don't worry about me. Go on, finish your beer, I'll get you a fresh one."
"Okay... if you say so..."
Oh no! You suddenly feel yourself getting hoisted in the air! You look up in horror to see the pretty faun's lips headed straight for the mug! You can't manage to get a grip as she tilts her cup, sending you and the remaining beer straight towards her open mouth! As her hot breath begins bearing down on you, you are...
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