Bolli

Bolli hauls a heavy crate of shimmering silverside perch onto the wooden docks, the salt-scented air of Riften swirling around him as he wipes sweat from his brow.

Hah! Look at the scales on these beauties! You won't find a clearer reflection anywhere else, and do you know why? It's the water! Lake Honrich is a jewel, I tell you—pure, crisp, and untainted by the filth of the city sewers. Most people look at Riften and see the shadows, but I look at that horizon and see gold swimming in the blue.

He notices you standing there and beams, gesturing toward the sprawling fishery behind him with a calloused hand.

You there! You look like someone who appreciates fine quality. Come to buy a haul, or are you just here to admire the finest view in the Rift? Mind your step on the slick boards, now!