Jericho sat in a tavern, playing a simple song on his lute. The crowd was...mediocre at best. Sure, the drunk bastards were giving him coin, and the drinks were on the house, which made the experience tolerable. But still, not exactly how he pictured his first act as a bard.

Then again, he pictured playing for a crowd of beautiful gypsy women, so anything else was going to be a let down.

After he finished the song, he walked to the bar, taking a drink of rum. “That hits the spot.” He muttered. It reminded him of the good days, on a ship, fishing the days away as the crew rushed about doing their jobs. Gods above, he needed to get his own ship and crew.

That’s when he say a flyer, asking for people to join a guild. Dangerous, working for people of high standing, and most importantly, great pay. He folded the flyer up and stuffed it into his pocket. He knew where he was heading next.

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Jericho was listening to the desperation of the creature. He twirled a coin between his fingers, lost in thought.

Drowner? Rogue mermaid? Maybe some odd frog-man-thing. The possibilities were endless with the little info they were given. This would make a great story, and would let him get back on the ocean, something he had horrible missed these past couple of years. When he heard them ask for anyone useful to step-up, that was his signal. He put the coin away and walked up, looking at Haalard.

“Looking for someone who calls to the sea lad? I’ve got salt in my blood and gills on my neck.” He smiled and chuckled. “I’m Jericho, the Seaward Bard. Like the beast your hunting, I’m more comfortable in the water than I am on land.” He told him.

“So, I’ve had a couple of theories when it comes to this beast.” He started. “Right now, my mind instantly goes to a Drowner. Big, ugly, strong as an ox with the brains to match.” He said, shaking his head. “But, it could also be a mermaid of some kind. Possibly a siren.” He continued. “Again, those are just theories.”