the glass was kelly-green.

'If you would've had better aim, you would've hit the artery,' Hogun grunted to Volstagg and wiped his hands with a remotely clean towel. 'I'm glad you can't aim.'Of course everyone has sometimes heard a tale or two about merfolk – mostly the more or less hidden meaning of those stories has always been that you should never hurt or anger those that dwell beneath the surface. You should not talk to them, and you most certainly shouldn't listen to them. They are fickle and untrustworthy when they're awake, and no one knows when they sleep.