Swiftcurrent Creek Bigeye

Akavir listened—his interest piqued as he considered the potential of what Shardik spoke. “Can you try?” He paused—casting a sideways glance to the youthful boy. “Don’t risk yourself or others to set it up—those waters can be vicious… But if we can get something started, that…” He paused, searching for the word. “Well, let’s just say there will be more mouths to feed, soon.”

“Arric or I could help. Or Moss… Bellatrix.” Invention had never been the strong suit of the Mayfair—so of course he was intrigued. “How did your old one work?”