Aryla could tell a lot about a warrior by the way she walked. Agnes carried herself with the confidence and wariness that came from a martial upbringing - fairly common among dwarves. She certainly didn't tire quickly at all. She carried her handful of javelins with surety.<br/><br/>"My parents moved to the Malgorian Mountains about sixty years ago, before I was born," she said, seeming glad to have somebody to talk to. "They're miners. I was always interested in the water, so when I was fifteen I took an apprenticeship here in Ilsurian with Aden. It was nice, sailing on the lake and up and down the river, fishing and shipping cargo and stuff." She turned her head and spat on the ground. "But then, everything changed when the orcs attacked. I fought with the resistance here, but we were sorely outnumbered. I didn't want to surrender, but I was too injured to fight anyway." She waved her arm to encompass the village. "I don't care about working hard, but working for these monsters... the monsters my ancestors fought to keep underground... it's unbearable. And I can't even go back to the mountains to visit my family.<br/><br/>"I'll bet the cities are worse, though. A pit fighter, huh? Yeah, I can imagine how they'd love to watch you fight. Do you like it here? I guess it is a lot quieter than you're used to."<br/><br/>Aden shook Aryla's hand gratefully, and Aryla could feel the strength under his weathered skin. "I'm glad we can all pull together when the masters won't," he said. "Let's get going. This fish isn't the largest beast we've had to fight on the lake, but it's still more than I'd like to handle alone."<br/><br/>Agnes and Aden both seemed very much at home on the water. Agnes took up a position next to Aryla, positioning her shoulders to help brace Aryla's hip. She raised her javelin with confidence as she watched the dark shape approach. As Aryla threw her javelins, Agnes made her own attacks, managing to score hits with all three javelins, although none bit as deeply as Aryla's attacks. The beast thrashed around angrily, its dark blood seeping out in the water, and tried to flee, but Aden hurled a small harpoon that struck it in the side, transfixing it.<br/><br/>"We got it, lasses! Heave ho!" Aden hauled on the rope that trailed from the harpoon, while Agnes grabbed a net and handed the other end to Aryla. With a few minutes of heavy (and wet) lifting, the beast was on the floor of the boat, its head severed and guts removed courtesy of Aden's machete. It was an impressive creature, with blue and silver scales and glosy black fins.<br/><br/>Aden whistled, impressed. "An eleven foot blackfin barracuda. Beautiful. Not only will it stop eating our other fish, but it's a fine catch all of its own! This will be just what the masters want for their feast tonight."<br/><br/>Agnes pursed her lips speculatively as she looked at the huge fish. "We've got plenty of other fish from the nets, though, Aden. Who says the orcs need to know about this one? If Kirel wanted to dine on barracuda at his feast, he should have come and caught it himself." She looked up at Aryla, putting an arm around her hips. "What do you think?"