You enter a squalid shack on the fringe of the marketplace. The familiar smell of fish fills the air. Flies buzz haphazardly around a downcast man behind the counter. “You’re the new fisherman eh? Surprised they found a new one so soon. It takes a certain type of person to last out here. It’s not a life for everyone”

He huffs, gruff and worn down as the old man was.

“Anyways, to business. I’ll pay you for all your fish. Bigger and fresher mean more money. Got anything for me?”