Sometimes the fish aren’t biting. Blame it on dumb luck, blame it on the fact that I forgot to get bait, either way, you need to find an alternate source of food. But out in the sea, there are no pubs. So a dwarf has to improvise!
I heard it once said that the little things that attach themselves to the boat are called barnacles. Not sure why. They are nasty little warts that won’t come off without a chisel. But I knew they were fish-like things. So I figured they were edible.
It took a while to pry some of the buggers off, but I had at least a handful. Very ugly. My fishing partner, Yammic, refused to partake. I wasn’t able to start a fire and cook them, so I ate them aw natural. At least I think that means raw.
I was fine for the rest of the day. Then night came and I wanted to die. It felt like a smith’s fire was raging in my innards. My burps literally set candles alight. Stumbling out of the rooms I rent above the Pork and Sizzle, I went looking for a healer.
There are all sorts of healers in New Augury, most of them are terrible. The ones that didn’t want to stick me with pins wanted to cut me open. I doubt many of them met a dwarf. But I heard about one particular healer that specialized in herbal remedies, good for the guts.
The problem was he lived at the top of the Crystal Tower.
I made my way, stumbling like a drunkard, to the tower. I had no trouble getting in, the guards eager to get away from my stench. The steps to the healer’s rooms curved, around and around. Around and around. Around and… *hic* I’m getting dizzy again just thinking about.
But I soldiered on, desperate to get help. I finally reached the top of the toward and found the healer’s door. I banged on it a good while until he opened it. But it was too late. Whatever was left in my stomach came pouring out. Onto the healer.
After that I felt invincible. Maybe healers really do help.