Once again, as you thought you had finally found land that was inhabited by humans from afar, fog had surrounded you, and you knew well what this meant. "Trying to do something I don't want you to do again?" Aldon questions before he sighs, disappointed in your "poor choices", once again. "You know you could give me your pelt, my selkie. I'll treat you nice and well like no mortal could, you see."

If he wasn't a god that forbade you from seeing anybody, you would believe him.