" Indeed it is my catch and there is a story behind it. " Puglas says, " Wine or Ale? " he asks the Elven lady (Markus) before pouring the drink expertly with only one arm.
" It was six years ago, " he begins and the other patrons in the taproom all drop there conversations to listen to the familiar story. " I was out fishing on the lake I'd been dragging this fish in for what seemed like forever. I'd finally dragged it up to the side of my boat and it seemed like it had given up the fight. I reached down to pull it in over the side but, CHOMP! " he makes a snapping motion with his good hand at his missing arm. " the blasted fish ripped into my arm. Took it right off in two bites. Luckily as I fell in the water I managed to grab my knife from my boot. Stabbed it in the guts. After that I had to have it stuffed and mounted. "