Rainbows loom

[Nephrite]

Moore merely gives it a smile -- he may not speak shark (well, he can) but he ensures that he portrays no malice or hostility.

[Anastasia]

Give me Diplo, just because what.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 120.

[Anastasia]

Not a single attack towards you, the shark going past otherwise without incident.

[Nephrite]

Moore continues on!

[Anastasia]

Cool, one more d100.

[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 53, total 53[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Swimming is nice, but nothing of note seems to be happening around the shores, either.

[Nephrite]

Perhaps... deeper? He did have to go deep into water before.

He decides to try and go down.

If Cresiel has another idea, though...

[Anastasia]

Asking him or...?

[Nephrite]

Hes going to go down unless Cresiel stops him from doing so.

[Anastasia]

Deeper in. Deeper into the radiant waters, the light hitting the wine dark waters and piercing through.

In time you see something in the depths - a series of well made huts, all beneath the waters. Fields of seaweed and other aquatic plants can be glimpsed, sea elves skimming about.

[Nephrite]

It would make sense to find them here.

He comes down to stop at the huts. Hm, a place like this... started with an idea to be underwater, didn't it? It had to have developed from various thoughts about solving a problem.

[Anastasia]

You stop at the huts, a few sea elves looking your way. As you float there and consider...

Ball is in your court.

[Nephrite]

Moore offers them a wave.

He turns to Cresiel briefly. He swims forward. "Hello! I'm sorry to bother. Can I speak to someone about the history of this village?" He asks, speaking in elven.

If there's a dialect of sea elven he'd use that.