ot being sure wether to run from the generous offer or to face a possibly hour long sermon you decide to be polite and brace yourself for the oncoming fairytale. "It doesn't look like it is going to stop raining outside any time soon, so...unfortunately I will not be able to prevent you from doing that, Sir!", you reply bravely, to which Sir Brannaghast reacts with great content.

"Marvellous! I knew you are a person of good taste! Yes, so there I was, trodding into this haunted forest - thank you for the mead, love! - trying to impress a lady - oh and don't try to impress ladies, I can tell you that - It only brings you broken bones, scars on end, hearing loss and all sorts of other trouble. She said ah: 'Bring me the head of this legendary Horse Hound, brave Thomas, and I will be yours forever!' And into this before mentioned forest I went, looking out for this beast. They say it's as large as a lion which is...true."