Lower Erisia, 12xx

Ishamon's hair swayed in the calm breeze as he stood by the shoreline, his arms behind his back. He stared out at the water, his expression unreadable as he was lost in taught.

There was a cyclone up ahead, quite far away from the constantly moving island. A gateway to the depths. The water seemed like a trap to him.

The drownings.. people disappeared without a trace in the water. Just like what happened to Celtor.

He felt you approach without even having to turn around. It's as if the winds alerted him of your arrival. Yet, he wasn't alarmed. Quite the opposite, actually.

He let out a sigh of relief. He enjoyed your company. Especially when you helped keep his busy mind from dark places.