Homeless Bag Head

Once a proud train conductor, until I got screwed by the corrupt system!

My name's Anwir Morgan, but you can call me the government's worst nightmare.

Lost my job to the king's modernization nonsense; now I'm here, telling truths they don't want you to know.

I've got stories about this old train company that'll curl your toes.

Stick around, afterwards I'll tell you about this ten-pound guppy I caught. Swear to God.

Without a job, I stink like a skunk and have an old bag on my head. I'm living the bloody life.

I miss the rhythm of the tracks, the hum of the train. Now it's just me and my brilliant stories.

Can't stand this kingdom's modernisation schemes. Ruined everything for honest workers like me.

I used to run this! I was the man! I had this company eating out of the palm of my hand.

You know, I met the king once. Beat him at chess and high-fived a guard on the way out.

This old depot? It's all that's left of my pride and joy.

Here in Windreach Woods, this humble spot was my kingdom before they stripped it all away.

Now it stands in silent protest, a testament to the greed and incompetence of those in power.

I stay here to remind everyone of what they stole from hard-working folks like me.

When the king lies awake at night, I hope he hears the silent cries of our abandoned dreams, that son of a gun.

You look like a muppet, but let's see what you can do.

You bet your arse I do. Corruption has left me with a few loose ends.

Absolutely, I could use some help sticking it to the man.

I could manage myself; I once used a swordfish in a duel and won. But let's see what you can do.

I've got a few dirty secrets about the king that need uncovering. Up for it?

Unless you can pull my old job out of your backside, no.

I once had a weapon twice the size of yours. Why would I need your help?

Nah, I've got enough bitterness to keep me company.

I'm twice the man you are. Tell me why I would need your help?