Gillin turns to Quozen and beams a gappy smile.
"I might have taken one or two voyages on ships in my youth. Not all that far, but far enough that the land is out of sight, and all you can see is the water, green and bottomless, like so many rolling hills. Ah, it never leaves you, the sea, the sea. The – the sea!"
His gentle reminiscing rises to a sudden shout. At the same time, you all hear the creaking of wood and rattle of chains as the berthed ships roll slightly.
A swell of water, inky black broken only by the reflections of lamplight, has risen in the bay, and finding its path impeded by the stone wall of the quay breaks over it, and rushes towards you, four feet high.
There's a moment in which to react.[sblock=OOG]Str checks please - unless there's anything else you care to do. Ngikhnit can add +4 as though he were large.[/sblock]