Blissfully oblivious to the various mischiefs occurring above the waves, Hadama finished the undersea portion of the quest in peace and calm, his thoughts upon Safrin and his hands crafting harmony from the placement of the protective shells around their shore. When his hand found nothing further in his basket to distribute he swam up, not so high that he lost sight of the details below but high enough to examine the subtle artistry in the pattern that would henceforth bound and bless Torchline's perimeter within the Arclight.
Well pleased with his work, he turned a slow curve and began the swim back towards where they had begun the day's venture. True, he could have teleported, but he chose instead to retrace his path and ensure that no curious ocean creatures had come in his wake to shift the shells upon the sea floor. He moved more swiftly now that the task was done, curious to hear how the other legs of the journey had gone but not so fast that he missed any details along the way.
Well pleased with his work, he turned a slow curve and began the swim back towards where they had begun the day's venture. True, he could have teleported, but he chose instead to retrace his path and ensure that no curious ocean creatures had come in his wake to shift the shells upon the sea floor. He moved more swiftly now that the task was done, curious to hear how the other legs of the journey had gone but not so fast that he missed any details along the way.
