Not far from Qeynos there lies a fishing paradise, sequestered in a series of caverns. Underground springs feed pools and streams that quickly collect into a single deep lake. The water is clear and cold, there's plenty of shoreline, and the fish are always biting.

The gnolls are always biting too, but that's just part of the charm.

Blackburrow Fishing Trip

	Like any good fishing trip, I begin in the predawn light by scouting for likely spots. I manage to convince a barbarian that I'm not interested in sharing this particular moment.
My first catch is from a pool directly beneath a hollow tree. A few of the locals stand by. My Gnoll speech is awful, but it sounds like they're talking about lunch. They must be planning on fishing later.
	A particularly strong bite leads to a tug of war, and I end up losing my bait. I try to estimate the size of the fish that just got away.
After some barking and growling, one of the locals decides to join me. As best as I can make out, his name is Dippy Dark-something or other.
	I switch to some of my home-tinkered animated bait while Dippy runs off for a fishing pole and some stout.
While I'm admiring the scenery, Dippy manages to pry a pole and some brew from a drunken barbarian. I bet he wakes up with a nasty headache.
	After three casts, poor Dippy has spilled his beer, lost his bait, and broken his pole. While he's looking for more supplies, I practice an ancient gnomish flycasting technique.
A passing ranger has everything Dippy needs, but a disagreement over Bait vs. Grubs ends up in violence. Dippy wins the argument and loots the ranger.
	Dippy breaks his pole before too long, but at least he got to drink the stout. As he goes off in search of yet another fishing pole, I keep pulling in the hound pike using some choice grubs.
After quite a lot of fishing I go looking for Dippy, who never came back. I find him passed out on a ledge. I guess pounding down two dozen Blackburrow Stouts isn't the best way to end a fishing trip, but I suppose there are worse.

All in all, it was a wonderful time. A catch of 17 fish, and a new friend in western Antonica. I must remember to look him up the next time I'm passing through.

Where to next? I hear there's a lake in Surefall Glade. Seems like the perfect place for some fishing and hunting.

[Translator's Note: Sketches found amongst Mr. Undercrypt's possessions suggest that a Fishing Trip did indeed take place in Surefall Glade, but no written record of such a trip has been found. A marginal comment on one such sketch ("Bears can read?") offers Little elaboration. – B]