OOC:
I'm just going to assume Elora makes her stealth roll since the other two did. It likely wouldn't make a huge difference either way.
As you move closer to the docks, you're able to better overhear the creatures. They speak a crude form of the common tongue, though it's not always easy to immediately recognize the words thanks to their froggy inflections -- croaks and hiccups permeate their speech -- and peculiar dialect. With a bit of thought and parsing, you're able to follow the thread of the conversation.
"It is not much of a catch," says one, with browner skin and dark spots, looking down at the net.
The one that brought the net on board, who has smooth green skin, bobs its head up and down.
"You are wise. It is getting worse,"
A couple of the other frog-people standing nearby rub their hands together. If they were humans, it would signal worry. Brown Frog lets out a long, low croak.
"It will be angry, without the tribute. What will we do?"
The other frog-people on the boat bow their heads quietly, and Green Frog spreads its forelimbs wide, shaking its head slowly back and forth.
"We seek new fishing grounds? There may yet be one that will provide?" it says.
Brown Frog turns to look out over the lake, peaceful in the day's calm weather.
"We have thought that for moons and moons," it replies, adding a croaking noise that must be Green Frog's name.
"We have been blessed with luck for too long... when does it run out?"
A couple of the frog-people from the other boat leap across to the group with the fish. The leap and the landing both are effortless and graceful. They all commune together, too quietly to overhear from where you are.