Did I ever tell you how I almost lost me hand to a crocolisk? Managed to jam me knife into its jaw, and scrambled out real quick. I thought I had the knife around here somewhere, but I can't seem to find it.
Anyway, that croc is probably still out there hunting along the edge of the lake. That nasty brute probably needs to go, for the safety of the other hunters, if nothing else.
I've taken to calling it Daggerfang. If you see it, give it a friendly hello from me! And by "hello" I mean "stab."
