SLEEP WITH THE FISHES / fisherman's feast

[Splitvisage]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Darksouls knew basically nothing about fishing, having gone from living underground to feeding off of grasses and lichen. He had heard stories told of his ancestors, and how they had occasionally resorted to eating fish, but he had never been in a situation where it was an efficient strategy. Still, his antlers could probably be used to scoop up an unsuspecting victim, and he did have a bird following him around.

  Approaching at the captain's call, Darksouls dipped his head in greeting. "Should I ask Inkquill to leave?" he asked, turning to glance at the bird perched on his back. There had been no rule against having company, but he got the feeling that it might violate the spirit of the contest to have Inkquill assist him.