Hadama tilted his head in consideration of the trade, swishing his tail through the water as he took into account the work that he'd be doing tonight. Eventually he gave a slow nod - though not without a caveat. "The cave is worth one crate," he agreed. "Secrecy will cost a second. And only as long as your actions there do not bring harm to the merfolk." He would not risk the safety of any of his people for a few crates of raw metal, but as long as that ironclad rule remained intact the stoic mermanta was unlikely to share anyone else's secrets.
He turned and began to swim carefully down the coast. The water around him calmed as he approached it, the currents gentling to allow him to pass safely over and around the stone teeth that the lighthouse warned of. And behind him Amanda's boat came as well, riding a high swell of a slow wave that carried it safely over the treacherous rocks and past the racing tide so the small human didn't have to pit her strength against the sea to keep her craft from being smashed against the jagged remnants of some ancient landslide
He turned and began to swim carefully down the coast. The water around him calmed as he approached it, the currents gentling to allow him to pass safely over and around the stone teeth that the lighthouse warned of. And behind him Amanda's boat came as well, riding a high swell of a slow wave that carried it safely over the treacherous rocks and past the racing tide so the small human didn't have to pit her strength against the sea to keep her craft from being smashed against the jagged remnants of some ancient landslide
