|Location||Underlight Canyon, Abyssal Depths|
|Relative(s)||Oskar Digsong (brothers)|
Ah! Umm... hello there. I was just inspecting this shell, here. Carry on! Nothing to see here!
- Why are you upside-down?
I seem to be having a... floating problem.
- Why is that?
I couldn't tell ya. Maybe I've got a low bone density, or a larger than average lung capacity. Maybe it's all that cheese I had for lunch. Either way, this shell is the only thing that's keeping me from rocketing to the surface.
Aye, and it runs in the family. The Digsongs have always had bouyancy issues, I'm afraid.
- How did you get all the way over here, then?
Hand over hand, lad... hand over aching hand. I can't tell ya how many gallons of seawater went right up my nose. You shoulda seen me fight off that pyreshell crab using my feet and my teeth, though! 'Twas a thing of glory, 'twas.
- Sounds Impressive.
I remember when I was just a wee little lad... the other boys would swim down to the bottom of Loch Modan to pick up sand dollars and seashells. Oskar and I were stuck on the lake's surface, kicking our leg uselessly into the air, but we couldn't join them.
- That's too bad. Anyhow...
I can't even remember how many times I've spotted a beautiful mining vein at the bottom of a lake or river, glimmering mockingly at me. I'm forced to float orelessly by, mining pick in hand, only to watch some blasted orc or blood elf swim down to the bottom and take it away from me.
- I really need to get going now.
Ya have no idea what it's like to be stuck here in Vashj'ir like this! Do ya know how many fish have confused me for a piece of seaweed, nibbling on my toes and hiding between piece of my armor? The tickling alone is enough to drive a dwarf mad!
I can tell ya don't want to hear my grumbling. That's fine. Just don't forget how lucky you are, with your "sea legs" and your "ability to swim in a direction other than up".
- Patch 4.0.3a (2010-11-23): Added.