BoboleXThistlebottom

It had become a ritual for them, Bobole waits for friend (couldn't remember his name, of if he ever gave it, for that matter.) and head down to the Hagfish, this night was no different as they made their way "I don't know why Hemlock keeps me at the beach, haven't really seen anything, well there was that one crab that looked like a beetle, which could have been a shapshifter, but I don't think he took me seriously."

"Pirates? Smugglers?" Grady says with a thoughtful expression. "Giant hermit crabs? Giant normal crabs?...Ooo, giant hermits riding  crabs..." He looks at Bobole. "Do you think that's a thing?"

Bobole shrugs "There's Scaly, and he's pretty big, so yeah, probably." Bobole takes his spot in the usual booth, waving for a large pint "I wish there we're some Pirates or Smugglers, then I could get some killing done."

Grady taps the table a little, his thoughts still on the various kinds of monsters that could, theoretically, inhabit a beach. Two pints are set in front of them and Grady pays. He takes a swig, foam getting in his thin moustache, before he puts his tankard down a bit too fast, splashing ale on the table. "Hey! I bet if we spread the rumor that the beach is guarded by a single goblin on a lizard, a bunch of bandits would come just to pick a fight!" he grins under his beer foam moustache.

Boboles takes a generous gulp of ale, lapping up the bits fall to the table "yeah, then I could string em up on their gut ropes and stake em on the cliffside, that'd be fun!" he giggles at thought finishing what's left of his drink.