In the Tangle, the mighty Tangle, the Kellach fishes tonight. Pinchyshell at his side, trusty crab/hat that he is, trying to help its master friend capture some fish. He'd tried his hand at fishing and gotten hooked, enough so that he'd started fishing to kill time in-between adventures and just talking to others. If there was a body of water, he'd pull out his bait and tackle.
"Pinchyshell, I'm starting to think that we've as much luck at this fishing hole than I have in love. Which is to say, not at all."
Pinchyshell, smart crab that he is, gently patted Kellach's foot with its claw. The other claw kept trying to catch the tiniest fish possible. Then, it got bored, and started feasting on some plankton. Kellach himself let a sigh through before smiling. Fishing was very relaxing, and while it was all good news lately, overwhelming emotions, be they positive or negative, had a tiring effect on the midlander's psyche. He needed time to himself with his rod.
Without hearing anyone behind him, he could hear a slow, guttural voice come from over his shoulder. Surely a fellow adventurer, likely Roegadyn from his stature, accosted him. Pinchyshell, however, was clearly not used to such a large man, and retreated into its custom pocket. He was crabby with strangers.
"Fish bitin'?" he asked, very loudly. Kellach did not flinch. Anyone who'd been at the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa would not flinch from such a loud voice - Sea Wolves were particularly loud when intoxicated.
"Not at all, friend. I've gotten a few bites of bone crayfish, but no fish to speak of." Kellach answered back. Naturally, as he says this, a strong force pulled on his rod. He immediately tried to maintain it to reel the fish in.
"That's a shame. Fish'd be a delicious morsel, though not as much as you." the adventurer said. Oh, flirting, were we? Kellach blushed, but still liked the compliment. Even as inexperienced as he was, he'd long come to terms with his attraction to... well, practically every single person he'd encountered. However, to be hitting on him in such an environment.
"Thank you, but I hardly think this is the best environment for flirtation." Kelllach answered, grunting through as the fish was ferociously fighting for survival.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to wrap a tentacle around some luscious adventurers..." the voice said out loud, to no one in particular. Kellach was too busy concentrating on the fish to notice the strange word usage of the other adventurer. With one massive heave, he'd pulled out a sizable catch - an Ilsabardan Bass.
"Ah! Finally! Well now, why don't we both go back to the Seventh Heaven and see... where... this... takes... us..." Kellach turned around. What had talked to him was not a rugged, sexy, flirtatious Roegadyn adventurer as he had assumed.
It was a talking morbol.
Never before had Kellach ran this fast.
"Pinchyshell, I'm starting to think that we've as much luck at this fishing hole than I have in love. Which is to say, not at all."
Pinchyshell, smart crab that he is, gently patted Kellach's foot with its claw. The other claw kept trying to catch the tiniest fish possible. Then, it got bored, and started feasting on some plankton. Kellach himself let a sigh through before smiling. Fishing was very relaxing, and while it was all good news lately, overwhelming emotions, be they positive or negative, had a tiring effect on the midlander's psyche. He needed time to himself with his rod.
Without hearing anyone behind him, he could hear a slow, guttural voice come from over his shoulder. Surely a fellow adventurer, likely Roegadyn from his stature, accosted him. Pinchyshell, however, was clearly not used to such a large man, and retreated into its custom pocket. He was crabby with strangers.
"Fish bitin'?" he asked, very loudly. Kellach did not flinch. Anyone who'd been at the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa would not flinch from such a loud voice - Sea Wolves were particularly loud when intoxicated.
"Not at all, friend. I've gotten a few bites of bone crayfish, but no fish to speak of." Kellach answered back. Naturally, as he says this, a strong force pulled on his rod. He immediately tried to maintain it to reel the fish in.
"That's a shame. Fish'd be a delicious morsel, though not as much as you." the adventurer said. Oh, flirting, were we? Kellach blushed, but still liked the compliment. Even as inexperienced as he was, he'd long come to terms with his attraction to... well, practically every single person he'd encountered. However, to be hitting on him in such an environment.
"Thank you, but I hardly think this is the best environment for flirtation." Kelllach answered, grunting through as the fish was ferociously fighting for survival.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to wrap a tentacle around some luscious adventurers..." the voice said out loud, to no one in particular. Kellach was too busy concentrating on the fish to notice the strange word usage of the other adventurer. With one massive heave, he'd pulled out a sizable catch - an Ilsabardan Bass.
"Ah! Finally! Well now, why don't we both go back to the Seventh Heaven and see... where... this... takes... us..." Kellach turned around. What had talked to him was not a rugged, sexy, flirtatious Roegadyn adventurer as he had assumed.
It was a talking morbol.
Never before had Kellach ran this fast.
