There was no great hurry to return to the sea just yet, and Hadama swam a little closer to the side of the canal when the woman sank down. Eyes the color of emerald jewels considered her and the body language of two-legged creatures as she spoke, finding it not so different than that of the merfolk.
"Hmm..." He tilted his head at the question, giving it a gravity of thought. "There is one. Perhaps." The admission was reluctant as he thought of the merman in question. "But I have not seen him for some time." Perhaps for the best. Blik wasn't exactly... professional.
"What do you need a minstrel for?"
"Hmm..." He tilted his head at the question, giving it a gravity of thought. "There is one. Perhaps." The admission was reluctant as he thought of the merman in question. "But I have not seen him for some time." Perhaps for the best. Blik wasn't exactly... professional.
"What do you need a minstrel for?"
