"Oh, I'm Terry!" 

Terry awkwardly reached his hand out in the general direction of Hinge and Lyana as to shake their hands, and after leaving his hand there for some time after waiting, he dropped to to the ground, yelling in pain as his arm hit the smashed cobblestone. After a few moments of tending to his hand, Terry clambered up from the road and onto his feet. 

"Follow your nose, for the fruity taste that shows!" He said, as his arm flew up from his side and began to point deeper into town. He began to march in the direction he was pointing. "Let's goooooooooooooo!" he shouted as he continued marching. 

It was at that time that a young boy had run out from an alleyway and approached Terry. 

"Food, sir! Please!" begged the boy. Terry took one look at the boy and drunkenly swung his arm at him, knocking him to the ground. Terry continued on, whistling as he went.