Subterranean

Hmm... Very interesting. I might even say you lucked out. Although, in your place I wouldn't be too quick to celebrate.

The other day I heard one of the mercenaries say that there's fighting on the Frontier, and something about a huge, cave-dwelling worm. Its maw is so massive it could swallow an orc whole without a hiccup! It's got teeth like fine knives, as long as your arm! Its hide is as thick as a stout beam. Oy... That'd be the trophy to end all trophies.

But I can't just drop everything and head for the Frontier! You see, I've had a dust-up with some local mercenaries. One thing led to another, I banged my fist on the table, and... Basically, the timing's not right for me to travel. But if you want to make some money, go find that worm. That vile thing's probably got his burrow somewhere in the foothills. Look for gnawed bones, broken weapons, and scraps of armor. And it'll reek so bad your eyes will burn! A creature like that eats a lot and craps even more.

Once you find him, sprinkle some gar's blood on the dirt. The smell will draw the beast out. But don't even think about taking him on alone. Gather some friends, and not just one or two but a whole brigade, at least. Only then test your fate in combat with the worm.

Good lord! I can't believe it! Don't bother, I've already heard the story of your battle with the giant worm. I burn with envy! Such a victory will no doubt inspire my good friend Vasya the Cornflower to compose a ballad! Of course, he does write ballads at the drop of a hat. At least this one will be about fighting. Ah! I promised you a prize! Would a song do? A song might bear your name for centuries! No? Then take your prize. George Siverian's word is his bond!