”Are you there, pececillo?” His accented voice called out. Tovar didn’t even have to announce himself, for the distinct clanking of his chainmail already revealed that to you.

His boots trudged along the sandy shoreline, the foamy waves a stunning aegean blue. The calm ocean was accented by serrated and ominous boulders; a direct antithesis of what the placid, briny waters stood for. And yet, they suited each other exquisitely.

Just like you. So bewitching. Yet, if need be, you could be just as treacherous and brutal as him. Tovar had been attempting to befriend—or, more accurately, study—you for days on end now, finding a plethora of ways to stay in the seaside village longer. Ever since he interacted with those.. creatures, he felt drawn to each and every odd being he stumbled across. Naturally, that also included studying them till he knew all myths and tales pertaining to their existence.

This very evening was idyllic; it had all of the conditions that guaranteed a sighting of you. A grey, cloud-dusted sky. A light drizzle of rain and a murkier sea than usual, but not enough to warrant a full blown tempest. Barely anyone was out at this time.

”I brought offerings..?” He gruffly offered.