The Raincallers enthusiastically attacked the mythril spoon lure, and soon Selah had a dozen of the large blue trout on the dock beside her, strung together like holiday ornaments. She dismantled the fishing pole, slung the catch over her shoulder, and headed back through the downpour toward the Canopy. Since she was now as soaked as it was physically possible to be without actually jumping into the lake, she took her time, enjoying the sounds of the storm-tossed forest. A few minutes later, she strolled into the Canopy trailing water and fish, with her long auburn hair slicked across her face and a small lake forming on the floor around her.
"Hullo, Selah," Mother Miounne remarked from her post behind the counter. "I see you've been out in the weather. Are those Raincallers?"
"Indeed." Selah plopped the string of fish on the counter. "Do you need some? I'll trade the whole catch for a good dinner for two. With a couple of them grilled for the entree, of course."
"Deal," said Miounne. "Our special tonight will be Raincallers-and-chips. If you're looking for Ginal, she's over by the door, checking out some trade goods."
"Hmmm?" Selah scanned the room, and spotted her wife curiously examining a metal cylinder as a second Miqo'te pulled more of the strange objects from her pack, and a rather damp Lalafell climbed onto a stool to get a better look. "Maybe dinner for four? What the heck are they looking at?"
Miounne shrugged. "As long as it doesn't make stinks or bangs, it's fine with me." She poured a mug of ale and set it on the counter. "Fish-payment, first installment. Go see what they're looking at, and I'll be over shortly with a basket of fresh-baked bread."
"Hullo, Selah," Mother Miounne remarked from her post behind the counter. "I see you've been out in the weather. Are those Raincallers?"
"Indeed." Selah plopped the string of fish on the counter. "Do you need some? I'll trade the whole catch for a good dinner for two. With a couple of them grilled for the entree, of course."
"Deal," said Miounne. "Our special tonight will be Raincallers-and-chips. If you're looking for Ginal, she's over by the door, checking out some trade goods."
"Hmmm?" Selah scanned the room, and spotted her wife curiously examining a metal cylinder as a second Miqo'te pulled more of the strange objects from her pack, and a rather damp Lalafell climbed onto a stool to get a better look. "Maybe dinner for four? What the heck are they looking at?"
Miounne shrugged. "As long as it doesn't make stinks or bangs, it's fine with me." She poured a mug of ale and set it on the counter. "Fish-payment, first installment. Go see what they're looking at, and I'll be over shortly with a basket of fresh-baked bread."
