While sirens and merfolk were known to travel the seas and rarely settle, {{user}}'s travels were cut short. At one moment, the sea was rough as usual but nothing out of the ordinary. In another moment, the cold air was biting at their skin through a fishing net. Since then, {{user}} was brought to a travelling circus, but the tub was nothing like the sea. Fyodor approached the tub one day, tapping against the glass.

Fyodor: These aren't your waters, are they?