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Rhizome was cruising along the beach doing his normal druidy thing when there was a frantic commotion just off-shore. A helpless man, wearing the cassock of an Aeridin Priest was struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25 foot shark.

As Rhizome watched in horror, a boat pulled up with three men wearing black skull-covered robes of Corath. One quickly fired a harpoon into the shark's side while the other two reached out and pulled the hapless Aeridinite from the water. Then, using long clubs, the three beat the shark to death and hauled it into the boat.

Immediately Rhizome shouted and summoned them to him.
"I give you my blessing for your brave actions. I heard that there were some bitter hatred between the Corathites and the Aeridinites, but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not true. It is lovely to see a balance!"

As Rhizome took off, the Corathite harpooner asked his buddies:
"Who was that?"
"It was Rhizome," one replied. "He is in direct contact with the Oak and is a font of wisdom."
"Well" the harpooner said, "he may have access to the Oak and his wisdom, but he doesn't know anything about shark fishing. Is the bait holding up OK or do we need to get another one?"