Dark skin and hide were dappled with the starlit glow of the canal water that also illuminated the woman sitting at the water's edge, revealing expressions and details that the darkness might have otherwise hidden as they spoke. Hadama listened, and learned, but at the question he only shook his head. "There is only one, here," he rumbled thoughtfully. 'Here' being beneath the Arclight ocean. "The heralds were absent for centuries. The Old Gods answer... rarely." To put it mildly. But a thought caught him, then; or rather, a memory, and he looked in the direction of Ludo's shrine with a thoughtful intensity. "Do spirits haunt the shrines dedicated to a single god?"
He could see her discomfort with his other question, but now that it had been released there was no catching it again. The merman floated silently, patiently, giving Maea whatever time she needed without interruption or distraction until she began to speak.
Given her body language, her words did not seem surprise him, and Hadama simply tilted his head in acknowledgment. "I am sorry for your loss." There were questions in his eyes, but they remained unspoken
He could see her discomfort with his other question, but now that it had been released there was no catching it again. The merman floated silently, patiently, giving Maea whatever time she needed without interruption or distraction until she began to speak.
Given her body language, her words did not seem surprise him, and Hadama simply tilted his head in acknowledgment. "I am sorry for your loss." There were questions in his eyes, but they remained unspoken
