Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-27163598-20171027232741

The little plesiosaur finds himself getting plucked up by the neck, held in the air by a choking grip. He starts poking around, it's not on him.

Funny thing is, this plesiosaurs is male. If you know Treshek like I do, you would be searching for the duller orange striped plesiosaurs if you wanted her, after all. The real Treshek is far away.

The real one is shoving the ivory into the dirt, only she knows where. And with that, she ditches the area. Never to return until she sees the informers face again, alive. She may be feeble minded, but she learnt many things in her time talking with a strategist. She gave some random male plesiosaur a slice of random bone with scribbles on the side, she told him to swim, far, with this item, and but to ditch it if something goes wrong.

And that's what he did, he dropped it when he realised he was followed. So the (fake) their looking for is somewhere along the shore bed. (They don't know it's a fake, so they should still search for it and interigate the stupid plesiosaur who only speaks oceanic and is inexperienced with understanding English.