The route it took may have been circuitous, but a message did indeed reach the Sea King of Torchline eventually. He was hearing petitions in the Underwater City that day, and he had to see to his people first, but once the last merman had laid out his case and been granted the requested permit to expand his kelp beds outside the City Hadama gave his councilors a solemn nod. Before they could protest his departure he was already gone, Aquaporting to the stretch of coast where the missive had indicated his favorite sparring partner would be waiting.
He broke the surface of the sea nearby, pushing his hair back with a shake of his head and taking a deep breath of the fresh, salten air. "Noah," he rumbled in greeting, setting aside his metaphorical crown and letting some of the tension ease from his back and shoulders as he regarded the rugged man on the beach with quiet pleasure. "Welcome. How can I help?"
He broke the surface of the sea nearby, pushing his hair back with a shake of his head and taking a deep breath of the fresh, salten air. "Noah," he rumbled in greeting, setting aside his metaphorical crown and letting some of the tension ease from his back and shoulders as he regarded the rugged man on the beach with quiet pleasure. "Welcome. How can I help?"
