As stories about a potential fish-exploit began to circulate throughout the halls of the Rares Forum, Sam began to feel that Rolin's tale of a rare orange fish seemed... well, rather fishy.
Heading down to the New Haven docks, Sam tried to find the elven fisherman who told him the tale of the miraculous orange fish. Unable to locate him, Sam turned to a local fisherman, who identified himself as Norton.
"Norton, I've heard tales of orange fish being caught in these waters, have you any information?"
A wide grin spreads across the face of the old fisherman. "Orange fish ya say. Someone been tellin' you stories of orange fishies?"
"Why yes sir!" Replied Sam.
"Have you never heard of a quest item lad? When folks about these lands embark on a quest, they oft mark their items orange to keep them seperate from the other junk in their packs. Personally I wont accept any fish that aint colored properly."
Sam scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, I have heard of that. So you are a questgiver then?"
Norton reaches into his backpack and pulls out some seasoned fishsteaks. "Well lad, aint much of a quest. My poles broke ya see. If any are willin to help catch a few fish for me I sprinkle some of my special seasoning on a few of the fillets and cook em up special as a way of sayin thanks."
Sam nibbles on one of the delicious fish steaks. "So, the rare orange fish..."
Norton slaps the gullible scribe on the back. "Just a fish story, Sam. Just a fish story."
