Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

Mahler looked a little nonplussed about her demonstration, though he said nothing. Shivering a little, Quellcrist tightened her crouch at the water's edge, tucking her elbows into her chest and bunching her haunches as she prepared to wait for the fish to mosey this way again. While they waited, they could make conversation. Experience showed her that fish didn't seem to be deterred by sounds near the surface; perhaps they couldn't even hear them at all, seeing as fish didn't have ears?

"I'm Quellcrist, though you can call me Quell or Q," she said, snout angled so she could see Mahler out of the corner of her eye while keeping most of her attention on the water, already placid despite the recent churn. "How do you know my old man? I mean, how did you two meet and decide to tag team?" And where does Wylla fit into it? her inner voice wanted to know, though she didn't ask that one out loud... yet.