Business was slow. Gregg Storm, a fisherman and fish-merchant from outside of Pescado, stood behind his booth.
“Hello Sir,” Gregg said to a passing merchant. “Would you like to buy some fish?”
“No thanks,” replied the merchant.
Just then somebody jumped out of the alley, kicking a passerby and slashing out with a knife at an Enalican guard who was walking by.
The man who he kicked was sent flying into Gregg knocking him over.
The Enalican guard and the man who attacked him rolled around on the ground each trying to subdue the other.
The man dealt a stunning blow to the Enalican guard. Getting up he started running a way, pushing over a silk merchant as he went. “Stop him,” yelled the guard,” he’s Red Rodger the Rainosian spy from the Dragon Clan.” The guard took off after him.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” said the man who had crashed into Gregg helping him up.
“It’s okay,” responded Gregg. “My name’s Gregg Storm what’s your name?”
“Sam Hawkings, Sir,” replied the man.
“Do you have a place to live?”
“Why don’t you come and live with me. I’ve been looking for someone to help me.”
“Are you sure I won’t be too much of a bother?”
“No you won’t be a bother.”
“Okay, but I’ve never sailed before, Sir.”
“That doesn’t matter. I’ll teach you how. And please call me Gregg.”
“Okay, Si-I mean Gregg.”
At the end of the day, after they sold all their fish, they loaded the booth into the cart and headed for home.