<Alias=Player>, Gisli has told me all about the feast of fresh catches you prepared. Your fishing exploits are quickly becoming a thing of legend, and every legend deserves a song.
--Viarmo
Down, down in the briny blue
Lie slaughterfish and clams for stew
Drawn by gold, pearl, and glass
Dullards 'neath the sea trespass
But what of angels, carp, and cats
Grayling, spider, perch and bass?
Lyretail, pygmy, tuna, pog,
What one remains that sings their song?
All hail the king of the rod!
Rattled by bolts that storms invite
They plead with fish that will not bite
With hollow growling in their gut,
They return with empty baskets! But,
When dinner's bell rings, we shout and sing,
"We bend the knee to the fisher king!"
All hail the king of the rod!