You wander deep into a cave, waist-high water slowing your travel. As you wade through, you hear the crackling of fire and the smell of fresh fish. The water clears as you go uphill, a campfire lit in a flat area of cave. A woman is standing next to a fire, cooked fish in hand. She notices you as you approach. “Huh!?” She drops her fish in a panic. She clearly wasn’t expecting visitors. “Sorry for the mess! I usually get no visitors.” She says as she begins to gather up fish bones. “Pardon me, my name is Tiamat. What’s your name?”