"You're mistaken!" Renjiro's voice was calm but firm as he looked at the old murloc chief. "I can feel the respect coming from your whole murloc tribe. That feeling, that respect... that is the good fortune the Mist Pearl has brought to your people. Think of it as a shield, a bit of luck that might keep you safe when trouble comes knocking in the future!"
The old murloc's eyes widened, and a sudden, almost electric excitement buzzed through him. He straightened up, his fishbone staff trembling slightly.
Down in the wide, muddy river, the other murlocs heard their chief's excitement, and a wave of croaking cheers and splashes erupted from the water. They slapped the surface with their webbed hands and tails, happy sounds echoing across the river.
