Cold.

The air was biting cold, but Vaunk had been used to such weather. It was nothing he couldn't handle, Vaunk knew, as he watched a man poke away at coals from afar. Clearly, he must've just had a tasty meal—something Vaunk was eager to get his hands on, hungry as he was.

Perhaps it was a good thing that he was quite the conman, silvered tongue and all.

Breaking from his cover, Vaunk approached the campsite, acting as if he had just stumbled upon it. [color=silver]"Ho, traveller!"[/color] He called, waving the man down. [color=silver]"My name is Vaunk; I had seen your fire's smoke from afar. Surely you don't have any spare fish lying around?"[/color]

Slowly, Vaunk reached into a pouch, and pulled out an egg-like stone. [color=silver]"Legend has it that this is an egg of a once great beast. If you can fish up enough to send me on my merry way, then I'd gladly offer it in exchange."[/color]