The sudden pull from Lady Oleda made him tumble toward the ground. The Trident fastened behind Mercutio broke his fall as it clanged against the top of the counter. Its weight kept him pinned as the butt of the weapon was lodged awkwardly against an overturned chair. He looked a bit like a spit roasted fish that managed to free itself from one arm.

“Well, this is unfortunate...” Mercutio said aloud, wanting to die from embarrassment.

He eventually contorted his way free. Unsheathing his Trident, and untangling it from his Kraken’s net, he joined Lady Oleda underneath the counter as he held the weapon beside him. 

“Ahem...” The dracolvian let out a large sigh. Hoping to deflect attention from his entangled mishap, he immediately brought up his concern about the visitor. “I hope whoever that is knows about the boundary rule too!”