Blackwater Islands Anew

a gift, the listener names the ocean's refuse washed up upon their shore. ingram eyes the male, looking like a half-drowned rat, growling out his response ( or lack thereof ). though the iron guardian cannot see the grand plans the unnamed god has planned for this stranger, he trusts the listener all the same. he gives a soft nod to communicate that he understands. to the stranger, his seaglass gaze falls once more. can you walk? ingram inquires, not looking for a verbal answer.

knowing if this stranger could walk or not would help to determine the keeper's next steps.