You find yourself in the depths of the ocean, using a cantrip to sustain your ability to breathe in these depths. The sun far above streams light even here, and the coral reefs soon give way to beautiful, tall mother-of-pearl walls— a gate? Suddenly, your path is halted by the sharp points of a silver trident thrust in front of you. “Halt!” A deep voice issues from the tall form of a male triton, clad in silver armor. “State your business, land-dweller.”