Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

"A crab, you say?" Birk tried to hide his disappointment and was almost good at doing so, though his sorrowful look, when he gazed up to the starry night-sky to find the constellation, betrayed him. Crabs weren't such a satisfying food - too much shell and trouble, too less meat. "Maybe it is a mighty big one," he suggested in the end, casting a glance at Olive. A big crab wouldn't be that bad of a food choice to think about.

"To the ocean - yes, indeed," he nodded and then added with a sly grin, "I have even walked one." Let her guess, how he had managed that. If she had been careful at listening to his tales, she might as well guess the correct answer.