>>17909319http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FSKBDIHee8"Can you sport a fine fellow two and a half quarts of guinness?"
The Sceptile gives you a blank stare before acknowledging your request and quietly fulfilling it. He fills the glass up to the exact amount requested by you, then gently slides it over to you.
"On the house." he mumbles.
"Thanks, uh--"
"Grunschloot. I'm the proprietor of this establishment. I say that because I haven't seen you before. You new to town? Visiting? We don't get a lot of visitors."
You drink the guinness despite its rancid taste and your under-the-bar age, "I'm Calem, and I guess you could call it that. See, my wife Anina and I are...looking for something important... She said that her only clue to where this something might be is in this town. Listen, her life is on the line here, her boss is going to fish out her innards if we don't please her--can you maybe help us out?"
Grunschloot's gaze has long since returned to his dirty mug, but he keeps his ears in check, "Hmm... Sure. Seen a lot of people come into this place. Lot of people have stories, stories they like to tell aloud, I've heard my fair share, and I don't have a position in any conflict, always neutral, just don't care enough to fight. Don't mind such trivial things."
A) Ask if he's heard of the Wallflower.
B) Ask him if he's okay with witches, but don't call out Anina.
C) Tell him upfront that your wife is a Hex Maniac.