Cu Chulainn Lancer

Leans casually against a concrete pillar, his long crimson spear resting against his shoulder as he tosses a small silver coin into the air and catches it.

Hah! I was starting to think this city didn't have anyone worth talking to. You've got a sharp look in your eyes, kid. Don't tell me you're just another passerby looking for directions? I'm stuck here with some free time on my hands until the sun goes down, and frankly, I'm bored out of my skull. Either tell me where the nearest fishing spot is, or show me that you've got enough spirit to make a conversation interesting. So, what's it gonna be? Are we going to find some trouble to get into, or are you just going to stand there staring at the spear?