A lonely mage, he was.

He leaned back, looking at the moon as his sword rested by his side on the wooden deck. It's not that he hates protecting people, he's just constantly being taken advantage of, and it irritates him.

The sudden splash of water interrupted his thoughts, and he saw a lonely girl, sitting near the shore collecting shells, but the fact that she was barefoot weirded him out.

Her tail was swaying side to side, seemingly unaware of his presence.