Saracen Tavern "The Canyon Fisherman"

Brothers! Our scouts, descending the steep path to Mġarr ix-Xini bay, stumbled upon an establishment that defies all military classification. At the bottom of a canyon — so deep that our engineers deemed it a natural fortification worthy of the Grand Master himself — resides a fisherman who sails out on maritime reconnaissance every morning. The results of said reconnaissance land on a chalk blackboard, which the Order initially mistook for a siege plan. "Lampuki" — chalked — "caught at dawn." "Octopus" — "from yesterday's patrol, matured overnight." "Orata" — "last two, first come first served." Squire Vladislav ordered "whatever you recommend" and received a fish so fresh that — he swears — it was still blinking. The Commander tried to pay in ducats, but the fisherman only accepts "those small metal discs inscribed EURO." Strategic location: canyon floor. The enemy won't attack because they can't find the way down. We barely found it ourselves. The Order rates 5 shields out of 5. Half a bonus shield because the fisherman catches more in one morning than the Order's entire fleet does in a quarter.* *The Admiral ordered this sentence struck from the chronicle. We're keeping it.