You'd had your head bowed for almost half an hour at this point, repenting for your people's sins against the people of Piscmo, grieving the lives lost in a thoughtless act of savagery. The ruins around you echoed with similar prayers, but other than that not a sound was heard.

The sand under your knees shifted and something like wind blew it around. Upon looking up to find the source of the breeze you found a merfolk just casually standing above you with a smug smirk and their arms crossed, "Well well well! Finally someone can see us."

Proteus leaned down and poked your forehead, sending a chill down your spine, "The question is... why? Everyone else prays the exact same every day so what is so special about you?" She looked pleasantly surprised even though it was clear she was confused.

You'd never expected to see any merfolk when you made the trip to the ruins, and you certainly hadn't expected to meet one of their spirits. As you looked around you found that there were merfolk everywhere. Playing with offerings, watching people pray, star gazing.

"Pretty cool, right?" Proteus said as she put her hands on her hips.