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»»»Surface, and doggy paddle back to the fisherman.
First of all, dogs are tiny yapping balls of teeth and fleas, best known for peeing everywhere and sniffing backsides. You take a moment to remind yourself that you are a Flind, and that if people around you are confused by some superficial similarities, they may as well start calling Dwarves badgers, and Humans monkeys.
Gods above and below, so rude...
> SWIM CHECK: 12 (7+5)
Secondly, you graduated from the doggy paddle when you were still in the Creche House. One of the many perks of growing up on the coast, you suppose. Swimming with the current now makes the going much easier, and you get back to shore in no time.
You climb onto shore, hair matted with sand and water. Brune the fisherman seems rather surprised to see you. He most likely wasn't expecting you back so soon. The fact that you look like a brown mop wearing blue trousers probably doesn't help things.
Had enough already? Fair enough. To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to find it. Me and my boy scoured the whole bay looking for that old thing. For all we know, some fish probably...
You ask him if this is his lucky lure. He stares at it for a long moment, then looks at you, then back at the lure.
Dagon's dancing daughters, how did you... you found it? You can't have been out there for half an hour, and you actually found that thrice-damned thing? Sir, you either have the eyes of a hawk, or enough luck that it doesn't matter anymore. This is almost too much to believe.You hand the lure over. Brune begins to turn it over in his hands, scrubbing at the algae and muck with the cloth of his breeches, as if to make sure it wasn't a trick. Unlike the thoroughly rusted hook, the metal disk seems to shine up quickly, and he seems satisfied. You take the moment to shake off the water and sand, gather up your things, and put your robes back on.
INVENTORY:
Now, I don't have much I can offer you in exchange for this, but I'll tell you what. If you want to come back this evening, after you head into Dossent-proper, I'll treat you to another meal. And if you don't mind kids, I'm sure mine would love to meet you. My boy might even be able to talk to the harbormaster, and see if he can find you work at the docks, if that suits you. I know it's not much, but if you need a place to stay while you're still getting settled, you're welcome under my roof any time. What do you say?
You take a moment to consider the fisherman's offer, as well as where you want to head next...
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