If you wanna know the truth about the truth, it's a scam
Sometimes, during Longnight, humans walking drunk along the beach back from some party or another would drop something precious from their pockets: maybe their coinpurses or a treasured trinket. These things in of themselves had little value to Olavi, who despite stereotypes was not a collector of human detritus (who gave enough of a fuck to collect surface dwellers crap?), they were often worth something in what the human would give to get them back the next day, when they came down to the beach looking for their lost items.
He'd accrued several favours and 'allies' this way.
Waiting for someone to appear, Olavi rested against a rock and re-wrapped his fists. Just as he was about to give up and swim back down to the city, the light of a lantern caught him off guard, the reflections of the yellowish glow obvious on the water. Sinking down to hide, he inched closer to the shore to see if whoever was coming would be a good target.
Sadly, she didn't look particularly sloshed. If anything this girl seem extra alert, which was annoying: if it were not for one detail, Olavi would have simply turned around.
The detail was the...pumpkin...vegetable...thing that was walking around with her. Whatever it was, it was new, which probably meant valuable, and he was sure she might pay a hefty price for it. Still low in the water he began to reach out a slow hand, menacing and covered in the odd sheen of shark skin, towards Fangorn, hoping to catch the companion unawares and drag it beneath.
He'd accrued several favours and 'allies' this way.
Waiting for someone to appear, Olavi rested against a rock and re-wrapped his fists. Just as he was about to give up and swim back down to the city, the light of a lantern caught him off guard, the reflections of the yellowish glow obvious on the water. Sinking down to hide, he inched closer to the shore to see if whoever was coming would be a good target.
Sadly, she didn't look particularly sloshed. If anything this girl seem extra alert, which was annoying: if it were not for one detail, Olavi would have simply turned around.
The detail was the...pumpkin...vegetable...thing that was walking around with her. Whatever it was, it was new, which probably meant valuable, and he was sure she might pay a hefty price for it. Still low in the water he began to reach out a slow hand, menacing and covered in the odd sheen of shark skin, towards Fangorn, hoping to catch the companion unawares and drag it beneath.
OLAVI
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