" Our heroes have arrived, then," the stranger said, his voice a soft, bubbly murmur.

"Excuse me?" Poison queries.

The odd creature put down his rod in a little wooden cradle that rested next to him and got up from the edge of the jetty. He looked them over with his vast, yellowish eyes.

"Hmm," he said gloomily. "You don't seem a bad bunch." He jostled past them and began to shuffle back towards his house. "At least you're not the typical muscle-bound warrior, beautiful sorceress, and amusing thief sidekick. By the waters, did that become stale fast. "

― Chris Wooding , Poison