“Little mermaid,” the gillman at the head of the caravan sneered, “just because you have somehow obtained one of our knives does not make you a threat to us.”
“Most of my weapons I obtained from a sahuagin that I killed semi-recently. This knife,” I said idly flipping it between my fingers, “is my second oldest possession. A trophy from my first kill. A gillman entered my forest and without my permission began harvesting my black seaweed. I took one of the fronds he has sliced and slipped it over his head. I had no weapons yet but the seaweed worked very well to strangle the life out of him. The gillman stabbed back at me with his sea-knife but I swished my tail and tightened my grip. He stabbed back wildly again and I simply continued to hold on. He sliced over his head at me and I laughed, accidentally loosening my grip. I tightened my hold severely as he tried to stab me again. His knees buckled but I could still feel his pulse under my knuckles. His pulse stopped before I counted to twenty.”
“Was there anything else he had in his possession?”
I smiled and hedged, “A pouch of herbs, spices, gemstones, chalk, and other odds and ends. A trident like most of your kind have. Four sunrods, since your kind cannot see in the dark. A waterskin. A bag for my black seaweed.” I paused as if to think. The last two items would easily identify the gillman I had killed years ago to anyone who knew him. “Plus there was a satchel with a turtle in it and a signet ring I sold months ago.”
The gillman stood and pointing at me screamed, “You killed my son.” His twenty warriors swarmed at me. I retreated into my forest of black seaweed, where I could pick them off one at a time.