"Do you know a young man named Marshall?" The man stood at the door and asked. He curled his cracked fingers around his chin beard, rolling the white whiskers into small curls and then smoothing them out.
Marshall? Bartlett searched his mind for the name, "Sorry, I don't recall meeting this person." Bartlett tried to sound as polite as possible, "If he had been to Pig Bay, he might have used another name, or should I say, a nickname."
"Right, a nickname. Adventurers there like to give each other nicknames." The man nodded, "My old nickname was 'Water Bag.' It wasn't prestigious, but it was fitting. Because every time the team stopped for a break, it was my job to go to the creek and fill everyone's water bags."
