Pitfalls of the Palantir

Far to the north, in the Ice Bay of Forochel, Odob the walrus again stalked the frigid waters in search of clams. His dim walrus memory still could recall the huge prize that had been taken from him months earlier.

Something glittered blue and green in the corner of his blood-shot eye and Obod quickly swam towards it, his walrus bulk gliding with grace and strength that would hardly be guessed by his appearance on land.

There was indeed another large, heavy clam; a clam beyond all imagining. He slowly began to force it towards the shore.