Ilvenath struggled out of bed after his brother had relentlessly shaken him awake. 'Don't be late, Boss wants his fish!', he had warned, to which Ilvenath had replied with a disheartened grunt, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. After getting dressed and grabbing his knifebelt, he snatched half a loaf of leftover bread for breakfast and headed down to the nearby shore. The sun was just about to rise and his mind was still half asleep, so he barely took notice of the fellow sitting in the freezing cold, staring out onto the waves. Prob'ly freezin' his bollocks off, Ilvenath thought to himself, tossing his tools halfheartedly into the canoe and taking a good stretch while chewing the rest of the cold bread, disappointed in the stale taste. He then pushed the little boat into the water and jumped in, angrily paddling against the incoming waves. He made his way until he reached a swimming marker and began to pull the net in which had been left out all night. The wet rope was heavy, but not as heavy as it should be and Ilvenath already expected the minor catch that he pulled in. "Tunnarkhiel, did somebody eat this stupid ocean empy?!", he swore under his breath, spitting into the water. At least it wouldn't be as meager a meal than the last badge, but the Danaan worried that Boss might still try and make him and his brother go hungry.
The sun was finally up and he took a moment to catch his breath after pulling in the net, breathing in the cool air and enjoying the warm rays on his face. He quickly untangled what little fish and crabs were caught in the net and threw it back into the water, then rowing down the shore to the next marker and repeating the whole ordeal.
It didn't take that long for him to check all the spots, but time seemed to drag on for an awfully long time until he finally made it back on land. After the initially disappointing catch, there now was a satisfying amount stored in his two linen bags. Ilvenath decided he'd earned a moment's rest, looking out onto the glittering waves. He unwrapped a small wooden figure, little more than a carved face in a piece of driftwood, displaying Mother Earth - Or what his people believed her to look like. He knelt before the tides, bowing his head and silently speaking his thanks and praying for the safety of his family, wherever they might be. He then threw the little figure out into the sea, carrying his prayer to the otherworld beyond the horizon. "Please, give me a sign of them...", he whispered as he watched the little figure drop into the water and get carried away by the tide. He turned around and began his walk home when he realised the sitting fellow was still where he was, only that now a woman had joined him. He only recognised her briefly, one of the travellers that put up their tents around the houses in Hyoite. He decided he didn't want to return home just yet, so he walked over to them.
"Hey there, havin' a chat? Mind if I join in?", he called, heaving his two bags full of fish over his shoulders.
