The staff was crafted from a dreugh carcass by Gals Drorim, first fisherman of Nan Iban. Because of his accomplishments, his progeny were given sole right to Nan Iban's fish. His line has unfortunately diminished, but the staff remains a status-bearer.

It's just an old fishy stick.

I'm disappointed in you, %PCName. That staff is useless in your hands.

I'm glad you chose to give it to me. With it, I will do justice to the Drorim name.

You are very wise, %PCName. First order of business: Delamus, you're out. You'll never fish around here again. Secondly, outland-

It doesn't work that way. You can't just-

Decide soon. I want this feud to be settled.

So you've found the Staff of Drorim. Hand it over to me, %PCName, and I'll use it well.

As I said, it was tragically lost. Without it, Delamus has no claim on Nan Iban's fish.

It's long gone, %PCClass. Delamus' brother vanished in a storm a decade ago, fishing near Nan Iban's eastern coast. He always carried the staff with him.

That's understandable. This isn't gravely important, no matter what Delamus says.

That's understandable. This isn't gravely important, no matter what Delamus says.

Don't you have something more important to attend to?

I was a hunter, Delamus, but that was when Nan Iban had quarry to hunt! My home is more important than my trade. You of all people should respect that.

It was crafted by Gals Drorim, first and greatest fisherman of Nan Iban. Delamus is embarrassed to admit it, but his family are newcomers. The only thing connecting them to Nan Iban's sea was that staff.

%PCName, if you don't give it to me soon, I'll retrieve it from your corpse.

I'll fillet you, n'wah!

Looks like you've got some sense, foreigner. Thanks. Silyn, If you plan on fishing, leave the island now; I won't stand for it. %PCName, for your part in this, you get the pleasure of knowing that normalcy has been restored. Also, here's some fish that I couldn't sell to Methalas Eves.

So you've found my birthright. Give it to me now, outlander.

You shouldn't be so curious, outlander. You'll never find Gals Drorim's staff. Even if you did, I'd wrest it from your filthy little hands.