Whither Wawalago Wanders
«The Far Edge of Fate
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Ah, Forename. Just the man I wanted to see. It's about the guildmaster. He's been acting a bit─wait for it, now─fishy of late.
How so, you ask? Well, first of all, he hasn't been seen chasing skirts at the Wench for nearly a whole week now. What's more, word has it he's been skulking in and out of the city at the strangest hours, tiptoeing around as if he's afraid of being seen.
It's not like the man ever does any work around here, but he is the face of the guild─it wouldn't be good for business if he got himself caught up in anything untoward. Next time you're down in Fisherman's Bottom, mayhap you could pay him a visit and see what's what.
If it weren't for his utter aversion to anything resembling honest work, I'd wonder if Wawalago wasn't moonlighting as a culinarian.
Well, bash me in the head with a bucket of barnacles! If it isn't Forename, the second most skillful fisher in our fair realm. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today?
Sisipu's on to me, you say!? But how could that be? Is it possible that I'm not as sly, stealthy, and surreptitious as I thought?
Don't answer that. Old Wawalago's adult enough to admit it when he's been apprehended in the act. Fact is, I've found a new friend who's been picking my brain for advice regarding a particularly puzzling predicament.
Truth be told, I was just thinking of tramping over to the Gods' Grip to meet him now. I think he'd also be agog to make your acquaintance as well─if, of course, you wouldn't be averse to accompanying me.
Well, I suppose that settles it. Just do your friend Wawalago one favor: stop by the guild and tell Sisipu there's no cause for concern. And, ah, don't mention much more than that. Girl's got enough gnawing at her mind with guild goings-on, I reckon.
Put poor, pensive Sisipu's mind at ease, and let's go gallivanting our way to the Gods' Grip. My friend's waiting for us, and he doesn't have a particular propensity for patience, as it were.
So Wawalago says he's fine, but says he can't─or won't─say any more than that? Forgive me if that doesn't particularly inspire me with confidence.
Well, if nothing else, I suppose he'll have you around to make sure he doesn't get into anything over his head. You will keep an eye on him for me, won't you? Of course you will.
I couldn't possibly fathom what he's up to, but leave it to Wawalago to find a new excuse to shirk his guildmaster duties. As if he needed another one...
Ah, there's the lad I was looking for! Now all we need to do is find─
Pshhh...! Wawalago! What is the meaning of thisss!? Who is this ssstrange shorewalker!?
Get a grip now, Govv! This is Forename, a fast friend and one of the most accomplished anglers in Eorzea. I reckoned he'd be just the person to help me puzzle out your little predicament.
This is Govv. We met fishing─or rather, I was doing the fishing, and he was more...accidentally attaching his lower lip to my lure.
I can tell what you're thinking─a fisherman and a Sahagin make for bizarre bedfellows. And it's true─we were tearing at each other's throats at first. But once we delved into a discussion of our love for the ocean deep, we became keenly conscious of just how much we have in common.
You see, Govv here is searching for a stunningly spectacular specimen of fish which has distressingly disappeared from the seas of La Noscea!
The shooting star of the sea─that's what the Sahagin have termed it in their tongue. Govv says that seeing whole schools of them sail through the sea with their scintillating scarlet scales is a spectacle of blissful beauty.
It's a sight all the more precious 'cause of their penchant for only appearing in particular seasons. Govv reckons that they're a roaming species that migrates after mating season to lay their eggs and nurture their newborns.
...At least they were, before they just packed up and puttered off to who knows where. Govv here wasn't going to take the matter reclining on his rear.
Pshhh... My clutchmates insissst that it is sssimply the way of nature─that the fish have sssimply died out, or found a more desssirable habitat. Thisss I cannot accept!
And ssso I embarked on a journey. I ssscoured the far reaches of the realm's ssseas, where the shooting ssstars once appeared in abundance, and I found a single fishing line with an inviting lure at its tip... The next thing I knew, I was reeled in by Massster Wawalago here.
Pshhh... At firssst, I was ready to gut him for having ssstolen such a beautiful creature from usss, but he assured me that he had done nothing of the sssort.
Agonizes me to admit as much, but to tell the truth, I've never even laid my lookers on one of these shooting stars. But if they're half as handsome a sight as Govv says, it'd be a sorry shame if we swallowed this supposition of their demise without doing our due diligence.
At the same time, I'm the guildmaster, and I can't very well go gallivanting off to every far-flung frontier of the realm while Sisipu does all the dirty work. So I decided to avail myself of the aid of my most astute assistant. That'd be Forename here.
Pshhh... Forgive me if I am ssskeptical, Massster Wawalago. While I know your own knowledge of the seas is sssecond to none, I do not know this shorewalker from the ssscales on my back. Give me one good reason why I should trussst him.
I'm telling you, Forename's as fine a fisher as anyone I've ever had the pleasure of calling my protégé! Housed in his head is every piece of piscine lore and learning you could fathom. If anyone can find this fish of yours, it's him.
I'm telling you, Forename's as fine a fisher as anyone I've ever had the pleasure of calling my protégé! What's more, he's fast friends with some of your own kind, or haven't you heard? If anyone can find this fish of yours, it's him.
Pshhh... If you would ssspeak so highly of him, then I sssuppose I have no reason to object. And with that, I will return to the sssearch.
There you have it, Forename. Ready to rove and ramble the seas of the realm in search of this slippery shooting star? 'Cause I most assuredly am!
But first, I'd best make a brief and fleeting foray back to Fisherman's Bottom. Sisipu's like to get suspicious if I sneak away for much longer.
Ah, there you are, Forename. We can exhale easy. I'm pleased as punch to say I slipped back via a side street and Sisipu was none the smarter.
On the subject of Sisipu, I've been meaning to explain and elucidate just why I'm so worried of telling the girl the truth behind this latest little lark of ours.
Don't tell the dear girl I divulged this to you, but truth be told, her village was set upon by a suitably savage group of Sahagin when she was just a little lass. I'm sure she and Govv would get on great if they got to know each other, but for the time being, I'm disinclined to drudge up any disquieting memories.
You understand, yes? And so you'll be dealing with me directly for this particular duty. Firstly, I intend to do a little investigating into what this so-called shooting star is called in the common tongue. In the meantime, might I propose that you treat yourself to a soothing spot of fishing?