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Logically, Elaeshor understood what purpose the scale served. He'd read about them before, and considering what their mission was going to be, being able to breathe underwater sounded like a mighty boon. Yet he could not help feeling disgust at the thought of growing scales, let alone doing so to plunge himself into a murky river after[i] fish.[/i] He was a man of the court, not a [i]common kingfisher[/i]. So, with a hum, he placed the scale back on the table and finished what remained of his food.

Once the others had done the same, the group started for the river, bidding adieu to Fleur in the process. By the gods, Elaeshor respected her resolve not to lower herself to manual labour; in all honesty, he wished he could've done the same. Yet he rather needed to, if he wished to accomplish his goals.

[i]... Unless. [/i]

As they walked, Elaeshor started to look around for any other fishermen hoping for an early catch. With any luck, he wouldn't need to touch the water himself. It would not be the first unpleasant task he had, ah, [i]delegated [/i]to someone else, after all.[/color]