<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"...-nd then this large seamonster rose up from the depths and threatened to devour me! I barely escaped with my life!" </span>The plump fisherman ended his story with dramatic gesture. It took all of Jarvan's self-control not to yawn straight into the guy's face. So there were 'seamonsters'. Probably not. If there were any higher level Lillim here, this fisherman would've been dragged off by those 'seamonsters' for whatever purpose those Lillim saw fit, which would've made been very nice in the long run.<br/><br/>So probably just a water-dwelling Lillim that liked to mess around with people. There had also been a few casualties in the chicken coops and eggs, although he doubted it was due to the 'night shadow of terror' one of the fisherman's wives has told him about. Hell, as far as he knew, it could've been a god damned ordinary fox, not even a Lillim. Alas though, the thief apparently was smart enough to dodge their traps, so it was probably a Lillim anyway.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Did you get all that?"</span>The nagging voice of the fisherman jolted Jarvan out of his thoughts, a polite smile immediately appearing on his face while he nodded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Yes, yes, sir. Lake, seamonster, fishermen, ambush, got away with your life. Quite commendable, yes. Thank you for the information."</span><br/>Or to put the story in translation: 'Lillim in the lake, scaring and messing with the locals quite effectively.'<br/>Rolling his shoulders, Jarvan excused himself, finally being able to yawn as he got out of the man's line of sight. Okay, by the sound of it things weren't all that bad. No Bishops, no Queens. Thank the heavens. Now to try and fi-...<br/>A stream of curses reached his ear as he walked around, a grin forming on the mercenary's face. Bullseye.<br/><br/>Taking out his flail just in case, Jarvan ran towards the source of the sound, eventually spotting an older fisherman sitting on the water's edge, looking quite bothered.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Something the matter, sir?" </span>The mercenary politely asked, spying around the water, but seeing no sigh of a threat. Damn it.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Imma tell ye what, youngster! 'M fishes be gettin' ridiculous lateleh! One of 'm buggers just jumped up at meh and smirked. SMIRKED I tell ya! Damn bastard freed the fish I caught! Was a damned biggun too, lemme tell ya! And then it shot some watery gobbledegook at meh. This is gettin' out o' hand!"</span><br/><br/>Jarvan had to blink a couple of times and concentrate to translated what was being said. Water Lillim, freed a fish. Well well well. A Lillim with character, saving animals? Hhhhmmmm. Opportunities.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Understood, sir." </span>He said, helping the man up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"I will do everything in my power to stop this menace." </span>He excused himself quickly, a grin on his face. Oh, he would fix it. And hopefully get himself a Lillim in the process. Finally.<br/>Eyes peeled, the merc began to patrol the water's edge, hoping to catch a glimpse of this scary water spewer.