The sun was hot, and the water was clear, and obviously, Rhys was underwater looking for things to catch. The wizard was like some kind of overgrown puppy, digging in the sand underwater just to find some treasure. And of course, he eventually did. "Look at that! D'you think I could make a potion out of it?" Shouted the ginger as he proudly waved the poor starfish he caught.

He now stood tall, no longer bent underwater, with his ginger curls falling in his face. He awkwardly brushed his hair back while observing the sea creature in his hand, still very much alive. Rhys kept observing it from every angle imaginable, thinking about what existing potion it was already part of.

After a bit, no potion came to mind, and he deemed the creature useless. Just like that, he threw it as far as he could, like a flying disk. What was wrong with him?