Pacing at the lake's shore, Jarvan's attention was pulled by a bone-schilling yelping call, followed shortly by a laugh from the plump fisherman. The merc strained his eyes, his eyes frowning and mouth contorting when he heard the words 'morsel' and 'egg-stealer special'. Oh, you had to be kidding him. Well, at least he had a clue now. Releasing his concentration on his spell, his muscles went back to their normal, still well trained, configuration as he ran. Rounding the corning, he saw the plump fisherman practically dance towards his home, almost salivating on the spot. A shiver of disgust shot up Jarvan's spine. Oh hell no.<br/><br/>Lillim were maybe seen as a pest, but he knew for a fact that they were intelligent little things, able to think and emote. Hence why he wasn't that surprised at a smirking fish earlier. Probably one of those Matsumigabo's or something. But not even rogue Lillim deserved to be eaten like this.<br/>Just before the fisherman entered his house and walked outside of Jarvan's grasp, he managed to call out to him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Sir! Sir, hold up!"</span>He called out, making the plump man pause just in time, stopping him just before he entered the house.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Ah, sir, good thing I caught you in the nick of time."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Hhmm, ah, you're that mercenary from earlier! You can join us for dinner, I just caught myself a delicacy!"</span><br/>Wait, WHAT? No no no no. No way in hell.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Sir, if I may be so bold, the Lillim in that bag can rip your hand off the moment you open that bag. Hell, why it didn't rip open the bag already and attacked you is very unusual in and off itself. For your own safety, I must stress that you better hand that Lillim over to me."</span><br/>Leaning closer to him, Jarvan looked around with a conspirator's glance before continuing to speak.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"And between you and me... That Lillim there is somewhat poisonous to eat. I can tell by its tail. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone you made that mistake." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">Nobody else could hear them, except maybe the Lillim in the bag. </span><br/><br/>Good thing some people were as stupid as they looked. At first, the pudgy man didn't seem to care about his demand, but as soon as he mentioned the Lillim being inedible, his face whitened, snarling at the bag and almost threw it into Jarvan's arms.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Gah! Unedible Lillim?! Things are more useless than a hen that doesn't lay delicious eggs! GAH!"</span>Stomping, the fisherman headed back to his house, leaving Jarvan standing there, smile on his face, with a bagged Lillim in his arms.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Now... what to do with you?" </span>He mumbled, taking a glance at the tail. Contract-wise, would be do it by force or by diplomacy. He already knew Lillim to be clever. So maybe diplomacy was in order. He didn't really like forcing somebody into servitude anyway. If this little one was going to be his comrade in arms, it had to be willingly.<br/>First things first though. One by one, he removed the nails from the bag, making the whole thing a good bit more comfortable for the little one inside.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Don't worry, little one. I'm not going to hurt you... or eat you. Dear god no, I'm not going to eat you. You're safe. Really. I just want to talk for a bit, alright?"</span><br/>Whistling and holding on to the now nail-less bag, he wandered outside of the village and towards the water's edge. He had some things to discuss.