The day is almost over as the Great Sun free falls towards the horizon. The day of travel has been hard on you, but you must keep going. Then you see it. An inn across the valley. A bridge made of oak wood and cobble stones is the only thing between you and your sweet mistress sleep.
You stride onto the bridge and announce your arrival with a creak.
"Who goes there?" A voice booms from under the bridge. Before you can respond a lumbering beast pulls himself onto the bridge. He has scaly green skin and a single large eye. His mouth is filled with rows of shark teeth and a forked tongue.
You answer...