For a long moment, Ikanbi stood still. She stared out, over the oil-slicked docks and as lamp light cast opalescent rainbows through the wood. The ocean splashed against the boats and dock wood, and the sounds of familiar brethren filled her ears. She stepped out to the boat, they had found the cove of the creature that had been terrorizing the fisherman. Some strange, shapeshifting black reptile with what Ikanbi had been told by he associate was "goopy looking" eyes. Ikanbi shook her head at the thought, and continued to stare out and about the ocean wide port side. In a slew of muse, she found herself wondering what weapon with which to kill the creature.

Currently, she did seem to find her own inventory rather lacking. Somewhere along the way from one boat to another, her chest it seemed had been stolen. It was it was, and Ikanbi didn't particularly let it bother her much. It seemed she had no real attachment to her gear for whatever reason. She spoke with her captain as they passed the time and she squinted through the fog as they came closer upon some of the smaller islands. It felt like home here, she thought to herself. This was a good place to be, a great place for someone like her. A hunter with an affinity for being on and in the water could make a good living in Astera, Ikanbi reckoned to herself. She took a knife from her cousin, a small, unmentionable thing other than the fact that it did appear to be wet thought it surely wasn't.

They docked, in a swampy looking area with horrendous amounts of moss and overgrown foliage. Trees with large dark leaves that darkened the sky lined the coves and the cave which had been discovered to be the home of the shapeshifting reptile they sought after. One of the other hunter magicians was eager to go, and ready to demonstrate some techniques for Ikanbi to learn as they went, pulling out a knife of their own after putting on their gloves. They departed the boat, stepping onto the dock that had been made up in no time at all the day before, it had been a chore, but many people had been dedicated to this cause. The hunter squad spoke briefly with the construction crew, whom were still docked nearby and then set out for the swamp.

Eventually, the crew stumbled upon what appeared to be a nesting ground, filled with many large black eggs. In its midsts, a sleeping black chicken. Ikanbi circled around, quietly, and clutched the tiny knife in her hand tightly as she crept up quietly behind the sleeping creature, this shapeshifting menace that was terrorizing the waters. She inched closer, and closer still, and saw from her peripheral vision that the other hunters were closing in on their sleeping chickens as well. On the signal, everyone acted at once. In unison, they silently grabbed the chickens with both hands and twisted, hard, popping their heads and killing them immediately. Once dead, the chickens turned into snakes in their hands, but it was too late, they were lifeless.