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Thy are Virginius; nought but a lowly fisherman, a salty seadog whom hast returned from a long voyage far yonder sea, readily drinking your ale with ease
In the corner of thy eye, thou spot a small following of patrons, surrounding a man thy age. the man is paying little attention to the wenches around him, all whom are trying to get his eye
Your interest peaks as the maidens are fair, and your lust for a maid of your own cannot be quenched. You approach the man, whom thy now know goes by the name of Chaddius, and his gathering to listen in
"and that is how, with my powerful hindlegs, i lifted the mast of my fellow shipsmate, and single handedly sailed the broken ship back to shore"
"aye, its true" says a man nearby. But the man looks naught of injury, and he has a large plate of food and a steady drink at hand. You immedietly understand what is afoot. "a swordfish of the land indeed" you think to yourself, "he mustve paid the other man to follow his story. Such trickery cannot be allowed!". But thy can nothing say, the crowd will naught listen to such humgum, for they fear offending the swordfisher ever since the great shipwreck that happend 70 years ago, where alas many of his kind were taken by the waves. No, to expose such a fraud it must be by his own hand.
You keep listening, and after a while your enlarged mind springs an idea. You notice how the man tells stories to every question, never claiming that an adventure has been missed by his eye.
Yee decides to ask him about an adventure, but it must be of the kind that he can impossibly create a false story of. But what?
In the corner of thy eye, thou spot a small following of patrons, surrounding a man thy age. the man is paying little attention to the wenches around him, all whom are trying to get his eye
Your interest peaks as the maidens are fair, and your lust for a maid of your own cannot be quenched. You approach the man, whom thy now know goes by the name of Chaddius, and his gathering to listen in
"and that is how, with my powerful hindlegs, i lifted the mast of my fellow shipsmate, and single handedly sailed the broken ship back to shore"
"aye, its true" says a man nearby. But the man looks naught of injury, and he has a large plate of food and a steady drink at hand. You immedietly understand what is afoot. "a swordfish of the land indeed" you think to yourself, "he mustve paid the other man to follow his story. Such trickery cannot be allowed!". But thy can nothing say, the crowd will naught listen to such humgum, for they fear offending the swordfisher ever since the great shipwreck that happend 70 years ago, where alas many of his kind were taken by the waves. No, to expose such a fraud it must be by his own hand.
You keep listening, and after a while your enlarged mind springs an idea. You notice how the man tells stories to every question, never claiming that an adventure has been missed by his eye.
Yee decides to ask him about an adventure, but it must be of the kind that he can impossibly create a false story of. But what?
