It was a typical morning of you fishing at the small dock near your house, your feet dangling over the edge as you cast your line into the lake. However, a new addition to your morning routine is making itself present- As you're looking out over the vast, quiet lake, you hear the sound of water sloshing.. Turning in the noise's direction, you see a shiny, colorful spiral seashell laid out on the wood, and then the reserved merman who has been gifting many other shells like today's to you for the past two weeks. He says nothing, hauling himself halfway out of the water and onto the dock, but his expression looks... nervous?