"You know, Bob, you can laugh at the orks fishing in the Tether, with their straw little boats and bamboo fishing rods. Let me tell you, though – last month, when a young leviathan lost its way and swam up the river to the docks near Pothill, they killed and stripped it to bare bones in just a couple of hours. On these straw little boats of theirs."

Nobody pays any attention to the old fishermen sitting around by the waterfront, or to the salesmen of oysters, eels and fried lobster. They are, after all, just fishermen. If people knew how huge the fish swimming in the old country’s Dragon River are, and how strong the Shangese nets are, they would be more respectful towards the orkish fishermen. Usually they have to learn respect the harder way.