Amidst discarded clam shells.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A shrine stands here. Quahog, the Clamdigger putters about here, shovel in hand. Waddling about, a boxturtle nearly blends in with the sand. Srisa, The Furrikin Singer is here. She wields a worn lute in her
left hand. Vilya, Aqua Spout is here.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

"By Estarra!" Vilya profanes.

Vilya taps the ground with her foot and the earth churns below her, making a muddy mess.

Vilya gives a pained sigh.

Srisa, The Furrikin Singer exclaims to Quahog, the Clamdigger, "DIE!!!" And i was like what the???

Vilya, Aqua Spout says, "Wait here, ok?" I decided to wait here and see what they wil do, i had incisibility so they didnt know about me there.

Vilya leaves to the west.

Amidst discarded clam shells.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Large amounts of clams lie discarded on the sands, pried open and the meat removed. Almost as common a sight as the shells themselves are more gulls, who caw and shriek at each other in attempts to find the
shells with anything left to scavenge. The reason for the shells is made obvious, with a tiny stand made of driftwood, the banner of cloth above it bearing the words 'Quahog's Clams' scrawled upon it in green paint. A shrine stands here. Quahog, the
Clamdigger putters about here, shovel in hand. Srisa, The Furrikin Singer is here. She wields a worn lute in her left hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

Srisa leaves to the west.

Outside a weather beaten shanty.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. There are 2 scuttling crabs here. Srisa, The Furrikin Singer is here. She wields a worn lute in her left hand. Vilya, Aqua Spout is here.
You see exits leading northeast, east, south, and northwest.

Srisa leaves to the east.

Amidst discarded clam shells.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A shrine stands here. Quahog, the Clamdigger putters about here, shovel in hand. Srisa, The Furrikin Singer is here. She wields a worn lute in her left hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

The sound of crashing waves fills your ears, the scent of salt lingering in the air.

Srisa leaves to the west.

Outside a weather beaten shanty.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. There are 2 scuttling crabs here. Srisa, The Furrikin Singer is here. She wields a worn lute in her left hand.

Amidst discarded clam shells.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A shrine stands here. Quahog, the Clamdigger putters about here, shovel in hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

Srisa arrives from the west.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Honestly, is that any way to behave?"

Amidst discarded clam shells.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A shrine stands here. Quahog, the Clamdigger putters about here, shovel in hand. Srisa, The Furrikin Singer is here. She wields a worn lute in her left hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

Srisa tilts her head curiously.

Quahog, the Clamdigger creases his brow in a frown.

Vilya arrives from the north.

Vilya gives a slippery clam to Quahog, the Clamdigger.
Quahog, the Clamdigger exclaims, "Well done, yah scraggly furrikin! That's 12 clams out of a dozen!"
Quahog tosses Vilya a few gold coins.

Quahog, the Clamdigger exclaims, "That be a solid dozen, furrikin! I can fill me order now!"
Quahog, the Clamdigger fumbles about in his slicker pockets a bit.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Ah, there we be."
Quahog, the Clamdigger hands Vilya three roasted clams and a bag of gold.

Vilya puts some gold sovereigns in a writer's satchel of white, calfskin leather.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Yeh might as well have m'lunch, seeing as yeh did my work, furrikin. Just don't be lettin them blasted pelicans get them! Love em, dey do."
Quahog, the Clamdigger shuffles off quickly to fulfill his order, returning a moment later.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Here I stand, day in and day out paying YOU to bring me clams and all you can say to me is "DIE!""

Vilya beckons Srisa to her.

You say, "To quehog you arent only one suprised."

Srisa, The Furrikin Singer says to Quahog, the Clamdigger, "Well ,the crabs are kinda getting on my nerves and all."

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Honestly, is this how all the Serenwildeians behave?"

Vilya beckons Srisa to her.

Srisa leaves, following Vilya, Aqua Spout.
Vilya leaves to the north.

Amidst discarded clam shells.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Large amounts of clams lie discarded on the sands, pried open and the meat removed. Almost as common a sight as the shells themselves are more gulls, who caw and shriek at each other in attempts to find the
shells with anything left to scavenge. The reason for the shells is made obvious, with a tiny stand made of driftwood, the banner of cloth above it bearing the words 'Quahog's Clams' scrawled upon it in green paint. A shrine stands here. Quahog, the
Clamdigger putters about here, shovel in hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Not very talkative that lot, eh?"

Vilya has been cut down by a scuttling crab. Here i was like rofl!

You say to Quahog, the Clamdigger, "Those young are getting wors in those days."

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Ahh well, the crab showed 'er."

You nod your head emphatically.

"Heh heh heh" you chuckle.

You say, "So hows going anyway?" Here i decided to speak a little with Quehog, you dotn see admins controlling mobs very often.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Aquamancer these days? Weren't you once a wee Paladin runnin' through here swingin' your sword?"

Quahog, the Clamdigger looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Or was that Daevos?"

You say, "Well, it could be me, but it was so long ago that im not sure."

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Too many people and I can't keep them all straight."

You say, "Well Daevos could swing swords but he wasnt Pladin."

You nod your head emphatically.

Comprehension flashes across Quahog, the Clamdigger's face.

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "He was one of those..."

Quahog, the Clamdigger lowers his voice to a whisper "...people..."

Quahog, the Clamdigger shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You say, "I hope he didnt tried to kill you like this young one."

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Ahh, who knows. They all try to kill, and some successfully kill, old Quahog."

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "But the Fates are kind."

You say, "Thats cruel, but its good that Fates are kind."

Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Happens to the best of us."

Quahog, the Clamdigger chuckles long and heartily.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Its a part of life. I just have hope that i will be able to finish all my things before Fates wont allow me to go back."

The corners of Quahog, the Clamdigger's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You say, "Ok i should be going, see you some other time. Maybe i will help you get some clams later."
Quahog, the Clamdigger says, "Thar be clams in that sand just waitin..."

Quahog, the Clamdigger waves goodbye at you.

Quahog, the Clamdigger exclaims, "That would be wonderful!"

With a flourish of your arm, you bow deeply.

You say, "Take care for now."