As the small, rudimentary boat came into view, Cailan began to doubt his companion's initial inclination that the figure was a dark elf.
"That is no child of the fae."
Cailan turned to the two fishermen, who were uncharacteristically quiet. They began to glare at the creature whose image drew closer. As soon as the group was within earshot, the creature--a goblin, they came to realize--broke the monotony of the sounds of rippling water and calming winds.
Just as Cailan began to open his mouth, one of the fishermen stood up unexpectedly, causing the boat to rock slightly. "You're the thief!" the fisherman accused in a shrewd tone. The other fisherman turned his attention towards Cailan. "We've been mysteriously losing crates of fish that we trade to La'marri," he said with his fist rolled up into a ball, "Goblins aren't uncommon around these parts, and they're all conniving, stealing scum!"
Cailan raise his hand and placed it gently on the standing fisherman's kneecap. "Please, relax" he said with a that tone sounded like a parent soothing a defiant child. "I'm sure our friend, Reynard I presume, has a reasonable alibi." He turned to the goblin and smiled.