The way the parchment twisted and writhed in his hands was a startling sensation, and Hadama's jaw tightened as he struggled to maintain his grip on the shifting paper. It folded itself down, changing shape in his fingers until it took on its new form and the paper revealed itself as something much different beneath. He considered the monocle with quiet surprise and curiosity, but before he could investigate further a voice called out from behind him and he turned to face the other man in the room.
Tall and well-favored, with the muscles and bearing of a soldier, the merman noted. But he didn't seem to be on duty or guarding the Observatory. His manner was amiable and courteous, and the stoic Tidebreaker responded in kind.
"Indeed," he rumbled, inclining his head even as he slid the monocle into a pouch at his belt. "I am Hadama. A pleasure to meet you."
Tall and well-favored, with the muscles and bearing of a soldier, the merman noted. But he didn't seem to be on duty or guarding the Observatory. His manner was amiable and courteous, and the stoic Tidebreaker responded in kind.
"Indeed," he rumbled, inclining his head even as he slid the monocle into a pouch at his belt. "I am Hadama. A pleasure to meet you."
