It was a fairly regular day for Pycena. With most of her duties under control she decided to scour the lands in hopes of finding something interesting. While travelling north of MyleHatsu by boat towards Hellwell she miscalculated her path and veered off to the side. Not knowing where she was she stumbled upon a strange formation of rocks out in the deep ocean. The rocks were covered in moss and were clearly weathered from time. There were many structures on these stone spires: stairs leading up, towards the bridge, and into the house of someone who supposidely lived there. Entrances carved into the rock. A pier with barrels and dried out fish which had been left on the ground for days.
She approached the pier and moored her boat. She climbed the spiral staircase catching glimpses of storage, crops, and magical herbs. Finally, she crossed the rickety bridge towards the shack that was barely balanced on top of a tall spire of mossy rock. Feeling a bit of suspense she politely knocked on the door, and within moments...
[???] - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Almost immediately a sharp scream pierced through the building, startling Pycena. A bit scared, she waited for a moment before opening the door herself.
Entering, she saw a middle aged man with an unkempt beard in his pajamas sitting on top of a bed.
[Pycena] - Why are you screaming? :<
[???] - Because it is the best way to make fools like you scramble out of MY house!
The resident gets out of bed, and puts on a simple robe from his wardrobe. His appearance reminded Pycena of a beggar collecting coin on the streets, or a drunkard scavenging for another drop of liquor. The robe was the only thing tidy about him.
[???] - *Clears throat* Go on, introduce yourself then.
[Pycena] - Oh I'm Pycena Do O Grant! :> Adventurer and mage, among other things of course!
[???] - Do A Grant??? I don't have that much crimin to give missy!
As Pycena chuckles slightly at the joke she sees the stranger angrily smiling too, clearly satisfied by his own joke.
[???] - I'm Christopher Pearls, I live here. I am a mage of the oceans waters lakes and seas.
After aggreing to let Pycena stay for a moment the host heats up a bowl of beetroot, potato, and atlantic cod soup. Despite the nightmarish mismatch of clashing tastes the soup tastes surprisingly comforting. Pycena could sense an aura of enchantment across the room. Looking around the table, she saw various herbs and half gutted fish, with important parts presumably scooped up to make some kind of charm or trinket. Before leaving, they exchange a brief conversation about magics.
[Christopher Pearls] - ...Water is in EVERYTHING. That's why I study the waters and the waters only! I need not meld the rock or whiff some air to cast magics. I simply grab the water inside!
[Pycena] - Surely not... everything?
[Christopher Pearls] - It IS! From metal to animal to plant to sun to air to sea, water is in everything that is!...
After not being convinced that much Pycena thanks for the hospitality and leaves the shack and adjusts her compass. This time going in the proper direction.