There was an odd sense of familiarity to the stranger, as if something from a dream, but the name was known to the merman who had become King. He inclined his head, relaxing his grip on his trident as he spoke. "Sentinel of the North. Welcome." The names of those who had gone to the Draig to defend their world were known and respected, and there was that lingering feeling of having seen the face before, bathed in starlight.
"Much has changed," he agreed, his expression easing to a courteous neutrality now that introductions had been made and no serious mischief seemed to be afoot. "Both below and above the waters. Did you come here often before the War?" He released some of his magic, letting the wave lower him back down into the uncomfortably hot water and seeming unbothered at having to look up at the human with whom he spoke.
"Much has changed," he agreed, his expression easing to a courteous neutrality now that introductions had been made and no serious mischief seemed to be afoot. "Both below and above the waters. Did you come here often before the War?" He released some of his magic, letting the wave lower him back down into the uncomfortably hot water and seeming unbothered at having to look up at the human with whom he spoke.
