The massive blind fish shivers, its dorsal fins folding back, its scaly puffy lips pulling back into a facsimile of a smile. "Very well then Uratha," the deep sea spirit growls, "then you have yourself a deal. Once you have secured for us a source of nourishment, we shall... I shall take you into the black and take you to the nest of the Idigam."

Unless anyone speaks to it further, the head spirit bows its head, ventral fins splaying out flat, before turning and leading its chorus away.