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After waking up POORLY RESTED and HUNGOVER, your party has begun its ADVENTURE. How precious this must be for you. Realizing none of you have any QUESTS in mind you're after, you follow a rumor that there is a SHRIVELED OLD MAN who gives out quests on the edge of town. After scanning the POORER districts of your town for hours, you have finally found the legendary QUEST-GIVER. He beckons you [s]four[/s] six to approach him.

His abode reeks of STALE AIR and AMMONIA, and several INFANT SKULLS decorate his BADLY DRAWN TARP. Surely, this is the QUEST-GIVER. Or, just another guy on the edge of town. You found like THIRTY. Inside his ramshackle hut, you hear the cries of ANIMALS and BUBBLING CAULDRONS, which he assures you is what QUESTS sound like when they're being made. 

What will you do?