"Not a bad day for fishing. Then again, every days a good day when you're fishing, am I right? Those days are numbered for me, I fear. Someday soon those confounded termites will eat all the way through my cherished dock. I only hope I'm not sitting on her the day she collapses into the ocean. This dock and I have shared countless memories. When she finally goes, I'm not just going to lose a sturdy wooden structure of planks and pilings that overlooks the best fishing in Tyria... I'm going to lose a friend. A good friend. And on that day, I will mourn. Assuming I don't drown, of course."
"For more years than I can count, I've spend my days here on this dock, casting and reeling, casting and reeling. Some days the gods are kind to me, and I bring in plenty of fish, other days they ignore me, and I go home empty handed. Those are hard days, but that's the life of a fisherman. Over all these years and through three disastrous marriages, only one constant has remained...this wooden dock. She's been a good friend, a good listener. But these blasted termites have begun gnawing away on her beams, and I fear that soon she'll collapse into the ocean below... If it's termites you're looking for, I'll give you all you need; my poor dock is overflowing with them."