Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20180930044529

The stress of work had begun to catch up with you, and so you had decided to go on a fishing trip.

Your long time pal, a Merrow who had moved in with you and your brother at your riverside cabin, reccommended a great place far downstream, a small lagoon near the mouth of the river where many types of fish are often available to catch, and sun-soaked vacation beaches are never more than two miles up or down the coast.

As ecstatic to go as she was to have the house, and your brother, to herself, you followed her in your boat forty miles downstream to the location she spoke of.

Sure enough, fish were fast to bite, and you were able to eat well that evening on your large houseboat.

The next day, you had decided to walk into town, and having left your boat tethered to a large tree and packing the rudders on your back, you left for a lovely evening at a local restaraunt.

Returning to your houseboat, you heard an odd clattering coming from indoors, and upon entering, saw the light of your fridge passing over the silhouette of a Tritonia, who was helping yourself to a glass-bottle beer.

She looks about, sensing your presence, and the tendrils on her back stretch towards you.

What do you do?

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