You bump into a tall thin man, wearing clothes that look like stitched up layered on rags, he looks down at you

"Oi, wanna go fishin' wif' me? You can sure as 'ell watch, if you'd loike. I wouldn't mind the company." His voice is scratchy and a tad deep but friendly.

"I'd assume you'd be busy wif somefin' else, but no busy person comes 'round these parts."

He grinned showing his fangs

"Name's Snag, by the way, 'o 're you?"