The spirit seems to tremble, the spines of its ragged fins shivering and rattling loudly. "It has... it makes children; unnatural violations of the natural order. They prowl the water's depths. They devour the weak and poison the waters." As the deep sea spirit speaks, its chorus of lesser spirits begin to chitter and moan, creating a growing atonal racketous din. The leader speaks up boldly, "That is all I will say. My tribe have suffered enough, I will not torture them more."

(OOC: A gathra or successful social interaction roll will be needed to get anything more out of the spirit)