Cigar Tales with Grizzly O'Brien

Suppose I ll start prepping the ole baseball bat. Wish me luck.

Here are your rewards.

Well, slap my knee and call me Lucy! You're a sight for sober eyes.

Ah, you're a lifesaver! If I get any clearer-headed, I might start seeing my own mistakes.

Oh, and that story I was going to tell you? I kind of... forgot it. Whoops!

The city is safe for another day, but those scrags aren't going to back down, are they? I might just need another drink.

Ah, that's the ticket! Time for some good old smoky oblivion.

You look a lot less shaky than I am and seem like you can handle yourself. Would you take care of some of these undead for me?

In return, I'll spill the beans about Riverrise's founding. It's a story worth every puff.

Ah, kid, this is about to be my first sober day in two decades, and it's terrifying! Did you know there are undead monsters out there?

Guess I'll be awake enough to remember that time I wrestled a bear and lost.

The last thing I want is to start remembering my ex-wife's cooking.

What in the hell have I been missing? It's a disaster out there. I built this damned city with my bare hands, and I'll be damned if I see it overrun with undead.

They seem to be everywhere! The abandoned village south of town, the Rivergleam Swamp, and the Railway Depot to the east.