Twisted Slough I'm going back to 505

The seconds dragged into what seemed like hours. Matteo watched anxiously, shielding his eyes from the mud splatter as the man dived with practiced accuracy. There was a thing or two he could learn from his technique.

He accepted the frog gratefully.

"Germanicus - thank you," he swallowed the small meal. "I'll talk to Heph, but I'll let you know if there's anything we need. An' likewise if you want anything from us." The man seemed honest and skilled and it couldn't hurt to keep the line open with his family in case Moontide needed support.

"Also for um, helping me out back there. I want to see the isle one last time." Before he settled in Moontide for good. "I'm Matteo," he added as an afterthought. Matteo Two-Rivers - though he omitted that part, not really finding much connection to the name anymore.