The (mer)man inclined his head, accepting Fox's recovery regardless of whether it was smooth or rough. His attention was drawn to the shards of obsidian but he was content to wait for the ritual of introduction to be complete, and he was not disappointed. As he took Fox's hand the other man might notice that not only was Hadama's hand wet from the canal water, there was also a slick, translucent webbing between the fingers that wrapped gently but firmly around his own.
"Indeed. Some days it is hotter," he agreed. "Many choose to visit the Underwater City this season. It is much cooler there." Not knowing that the Ancient preferred the heat - and the oxygen - over the cool, dark waters below the Arclight.
Nodding to the obsidian and the file at hand, Hadama tilted his head curiously at his new acquaintance. "What are you making?"
"Indeed. Some days it is hotter," he agreed. "Many choose to visit the Underwater City this season. It is much cooler there." Not knowing that the Ancient preferred the heat - and the oxygen - over the cool, dark waters below the Arclight.
Nodding to the obsidian and the file at hand, Hadama tilted his head curiously at his new acquaintance. "What are you making?"
