A bearded, potbellied, middle-aged man with a sword on his hip is wandering the wilderness with a paranoid look in his eye. He notices you, and his demeanor instantly switches to one of a prideful champion.

Ah! Noble warrior, you are in the presence of the Dragonslayer! I assume you’ve heard of me? I’m, er… seeking shelter at the moment, if you would be kind enough to oblige. I’ll be sure to reward you handsomely, heh…!