The Legend of CreeanuAye, what be you dirty travelers doin' at me table. Ah ye came for an ol' story then ye came to the right man lads. come sit down and let me order for ye some of the finest drinks of this 'ere tavern has to offer. I heard ye be lookin' for a good ol' spooky story eh? I might know one, good thing we got drinks and a cozy fire in this place, now listen to me lads for this is a story my ol' man used to tell me and that I experienced on me own skin.
When I used to be younger about and still had hair on me head and struggling to grow a beard I used to live on a farm workin' all day with me father for our land lord. Was that land lord a good one lads, he was kind to his peasent and his slaves not once did he let a crime go unpunished or mistreat us as other pesky shinny lickers used to. Me father was a good man he taught me everything I needed to know about the land and its secrets and let me tellye it di