[center][h2]Talin[/h2][/center]

Talin once again was occupied in something that had gotten him caught before, and would result in a more firm backlash if he was caught again.

He toyed with the fisherman's boat, making it rock a little and enjoying the curses of the moldy old man who was no doubt cursing the sea gods, if he even had the teeth to make sense. He was only ever caught by his own people, not this moldy old guy, and that was just once. One time he pulled the fishing pole clean off the boat. The guy was clueless.

He finally became bored with it, and let the old man start going back to what was honestly just a shack as moldy as he was.

Moving along quickly, Talin went back to civilization, taking a position in a large field of sea grass that casually swayed, waiting for someone to come by that he could deliver a good shock...