The man was very pleased and flattered with your praise of his food, but gloom struck his face hard at the mention of his son. He turned away for a moment to wipe something from his eye before looking back.<strong>"I'm very glad you wish to help me more young lady, but there is nothing anyone can do for my son."</strong>He then tells you a woeful tale about a fearsome serpent monster that has been feeding off his family for years. That he used to in fact have eight sons, but was now down to just the one. They had all helped work the family farm. It was a good farm and they could live off it and sell it in the city, but with his sons being picked off one by one it became short handed and he needed to support his family by opening his grill here.<br/><br/>He described the beast as a huge serpent monster with more heads then he could count. Every year there would be an odd hissing on the farm and his eldest son would wander off to the monster's lair in the nearby caves. He had tried year after year to stop them, but no ropes or chains could stop the young men from getting up in a trance like state and walking off to their deaths. With this year the beast would get his last son, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.