Ocean's Breath Plateau times could be much worse

He focused on her as best he could, trying to rid himself of the constant tumutluous thoughts of the sea. There was a whole ocean inside of him — or so it felt like — but the man did his best to contain, and to ignore. When the stranger spoke, the question made everything harder; his response was just as sullen as his previous statements: She calls me Tryphon. And so he had become that person.