Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

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Rivers were easy things to find even when they snaked their way across unexplored terrain; and this one was no different. With their own eagerness winning out, it took little time at all to find the bubbling, gushing current. Njal was quiet for the remainder of the travels, listening to the girl at first and then falling in to an easy silence. When he caught the scent of the water - then the sight of it - he burst forth and marched confidently to the water's edge. In that time the light spitting of the sky had transitions in to a full-on rain. The added staccato of raindrops added a melancholy (but pleasant sort of melancholy) to the scene.

Charmed by the familiarity of the water, Njal took a careful step beyond the rocky edge to test the current's strength, and felt the chill of the fluid as it wrapped and warped around his forelimbs. In the time it took for him to withdraw, Bazi was speaking again - this time there wasn't a mention of fish, but a name. Surprised by this forthright query, Njal shrugged and had little to say. "I do not know. I have never really dealt with him." the man commented with a tiny shrug, before moving on to things that truly interested him.

Carefully creeping along the wet river stones, he positioned himself where a mediocre ledge sat; it was mostly dirt held in place by tree roots and grass, clearly being worn away by the river beneath it. After a few lunges to test it's stability, Njal roosted there - all the while keeping an eye on Bazi, but saying little. When he was prepared he spoke. "Alright, it is time to fish! Take your positions!" With his accented voice booming over the water, Njal sounded quite foolish; but he was being silly on purpose. With his metallic body looming in place above the water, now it would only be a few moments before Bazi was prepared.

In the meantime, he reeled off some rules.

"Twenty minutes, as many fish as you can catch - and only keep what you want to eat!"