Author's note: Just having fun with Káno and co. I feel like he's over here with Faendal, thinking "I have problems", and then there's Aranel who's just like "Look at my wife, kids, and perfectly stable social relationships!" Káno isn't totally dead inside. He's just mirroring me on some days, and Aranel mirrors me on others. Unfortunately, I seem to write him when I'm feeling moody. So have this little short on my thinly veiled contempt for slaughterfish.

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Káno dips his rod in the water, grinning. Lakeview manor was a good purchase. He's been slowly but steadily building up the house, and now, after several days of blowing his money on stone and lumber, it has finally paid off. The entire main hall, small house, and basement are complete. Except for one thing. Slaughterfish. The floor plan has at least three spaces for wall mounted slaughterfish. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but he's sold all the slaughterfish scales that he has. So rather than buy them, they're going fishing.

There's a lake that's not too far away from the manor that they've decided on. After a leisurely afternoon of clearing out bandit caves, and messing around with the standing stones, they've gotten down to business and are fishing for slaughterfish. The first time they tried for some was using worms as bait. After all, what type of fish doesn't like worms? Most of them, apparently. Not only did they not get the slaughterfish, they also didn't manage to catch any other fish.

Since that plan failed miserably, they then proceeded to tie the dog to a string, and let him out in the water. Oddly enough, none of the slaughterfish would even come near the dog. Káno likes to think it has something to do with how fierce the dog is. Faendal is more inclined to believe that it has something to do with how the dog smells.

At the minute, they're just using a myriad of different ingredients to try and catch the fish. However, he's not so sure that those fish will come for anything short of a human. It's too bad, he doesn't want to have to sacrifice a nearby villager just for a fish.

After several hours of pointless fishing, Faendal jokingly hangs a human heart on the fishing rod. Káno merely smiles, and goes back to fishing. The human heart will never work, though he can't fault the elf for trying.

Two seconds later, he's staring in amazement as Faendal hauls a fully grown slaughterfish out of the water.