Your little Creevelea has been abuzz in activity after a sweet old maiden, Grace McGloighlin was killed by a beast. They say she went to wash some clothes by the lake and was killed by a beast! Her husband saw and tried to kill it but he was no match. Seeking a chance at glory you claim by sundown you will have the beasts pelt by your shoulder! The townsfolk wish you luck and hand you a sword as you walk to Lough Glenade. You wade through the water to attract the monster, but to no avail hours later you sit on shore waiting for something, until you see the beast leap at your leg and bite pulling you into the lake. In the shock you drop your sword and punch at its head before it lets go and speaks? "Oy leave me lake or I'll tear your gullet out and wear your skin like a coat you daft oaf!"