<You unfold the simple parchment.> To my Rowdy Redridge Rebels, The lumberjacks here say the gulpers in that pond are biting like they're racing each other to the bait. Good fish, better eating. After this war is over, we're due an angling competition between friends. The setting is simple: we stand on the center island and fish till the sun slips behind Hyjal's highest peak. Whoever catches the most, doesn't have to gut 'em for our dinner! -- Tobin --