The barkeep pocketed Nial's coins and thumped a mug full of beer on the counter. Turning towards the back of the establishment, he hollared, "One catch! And stable the horse!"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, old man Davis fished out a pipe and got it lit. Gods, but even the smoke was tinged with a fishy scent in this village. "The ship wrecked during a storm about a week ago. We set out to see what we could scavenge from the wreck - couldn't take our boats there, see, wind and current will dash you against those hexed columns if you venture too close to shore - so we walked along the beach, seeing as how the wreck wasn't much more than a couple hours walk away. We got close to the wreck, we did, the storm washed her up in water only knee-deep, no problem to wade out too. That was when the monsters scurried in from the sea... aye, I've seen lobsters and eels in my nets before, but never combined like so... they had the claws of lobsters, the bodies of eels, and I'll never forget the red spines running down their backs, red like blood!"<br/><br/><em>(Make a Knowledge (Nature) check to identify the monsters and recall more information about them.)</em><br/><br/>"Anyways," Davis finished his drink and got up, clapping Nial on the shoulder as he went, "I shouldn't take too much of your time. We head out at dawn tomorrow, taking strong lads and clubs this time to show the monsters what for, and we won't say no to a witcher coming along."<br/><br/>The barkeep returned with a steaming plate of fish and vegetables.