This is a short tale of the beady-eyed shark.

When young, the grey-skinned predator was wide-eyed, full of youthful energy and lack of concern. Swimming across the choppy seas, he had little in mind except gulping down an initiate, or a guardian. How else would sharks have such lovely gifts for those that entreat them with stave of wood and blades of hammered metal? Humming along his way, patrolling the shorelines of Caern, a glimmer of gold caught his wide-eyed gaze. As is usual for the creature, he submerged fully and swam the remaining distance to the highly-sought treasure. Coming up quickly beneath it, his mouth wide and teeth ready to strike, he bit into the golden gift from the gods - only to find it was an unpleasantly sized lemon! The immediate taste of such a sour trap turned his eyes into beady specks across his grey skin, and he spat it out. Unfortunately the damage was done, and thus we have the Beady-eyed Shark.