[Krok stands up and takes a slight step to the side. The salty ocean lapping at his foot is going to sting hours later, but at least he's avoiding stepping on the fleshling and starting a riot.]

It's a beach. There's bound to be something of worth washed up on the shores. [Unfortunately, the people around here tend to clean up litter regularly.] But all I found was wood and glass. The real hauls must be deeper in the water.