Greatwater Lake Swimming shouldn't be that hard, right?

He took his time answering her, she couldn't really read his expression from her safe distance from him, and she had no desire to go closer. He finally answered her. Im part dog. Malacath he called himself. She thought there was more to it than that but chose not to ask any further questions, what creature had red eyes and a purple tongue? She'd seen dogs, none matched that particular description whatsoever.

She chose to take a drink, blending would be best if he posed danger, running would be an absolutely terrible idea. Although if he did pose danger she'd already be in danger. So theoretically speaking, there was nothing to worry about, right? "Thank you for indulging my questions, Malacath." She gave a coy smile, maintaining her downcast eyes. She would have to ignore her inner monologue eventually.