Fish mostly. Fish and shellfish. She feeds herself pretty well, though. [His gaze drifts toward Lylla and he shakes his head as she continues to gently try to pet the canine's neck ruff with gentle pats. She was way too eager to touch everything and Rocket refuses to take that for the parallel it is, albeit in a different direction than his desire to get his hands on anything sharp or shiny.]

I could go for some piracy. Not a lot to pillage up here, I guess, but it would sure beat the ocean. [Rocket would sooner risk exploding or plummeting to his death over drowning soggy in the salty seas. He turns around and follows her gaze, his ears and tail twitching out of sync as he looks past the mountains toward further peaks. Somewhere over there was Einjar, the one city he has never been able to travel to.

He still wants to. It beckons him with stories of treasure and loose gold in its rivers.]

Think of all the things we could find out there and sell to all the people too scared to go find it for themselves. We'd make a fortune.