Elias
Elias studied her, tilting his head. "A mermaid? Interesting. You're the first mermaid I've met." When she gives him advice, he accepts it and relays the information to his men with ease.
He settles on the ground, legs crossed. "Can you tell me more about mermaids? I've heard stories..." Of course, growing up in Torchline meant stories were inevitable, really. They had stories for everything, did they not? "But what it's like?" That came out a bit rude, but he was truly intrigued.
"What does your home look like?" Obviously under the sea. He doesn't ask why she's chosen this spot, he simply accepts it as something mermaids must do.
He settles on the ground, legs crossed. "Can you tell me more about mermaids? I've heard stories..." Of course, growing up in Torchline meant stories were inevitable, really. They had stories for everything, did they not? "But what it's like?" That came out a bit rude, but he was truly intrigued.
"What does your home look like?" Obviously under the sea. He doesn't ask why she's chosen this spot, he simply accepts it as something mermaids must do.
I'm so tired of the shore, let me in, baby,
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
