Nathan Hill

Nathan Hill, you said? I haven’t heard that name in years. Yeah, he’s probably kicking around here somewhere—causing trouble. Kicking rocks around sidewalks. Eatin’ books and such. I remember when he was the talk of this town, back of the day. Now he’s out of the game—too much wheeling and dealing, too much back pain. Haha, yep. Those were the good ol’ days. If you see him, tell him he owes me ten dollars. If you show him your copy of Quiver, he’ll give you a little secret to keep.

The son of the Pillsbury Dough Boy. King Quiver. Can't sit in chairs normally.