You decide to look for the monster by the sea. You mean, where else would it be? Dissapointingly though, all you see is the sea.
Prinn snores in her sleep. If she had a more ergonomic pillow that could have been avoided! Can't exactly trust faraway elf inns to have those though, really.
Geton decides to consume both beverages at once. He decides this several times with several beverages until deciding to go seek out his old pal what's-his-name, to talk about stuff. Joke around a bit maybe. Make a bet about who can swim the fastest across the ocean. All of these ideas sound resonable due to Getons [shit-faced drunk] status condition.
Geton: Clearly, he is down that dark alley with the glowing red eyes at the end.
Geton: Disturb peace.