Totoka River greed

the fiery man spoke in a seaside accent that was unfamiliar, his gaze dagger-like. he barked and thrashed and sent a shower of murky water into the air. oziah instinctively scrunched his face.

he seemed harmless enough, despite the obvious air of 'one wrong move and i'll beat you to a pulp' that he carried. not that it'd be cause for too much concern. oziah had already confidently determined that he could handle it if a fight broke out.

for now, he'd take the free entertainment.

y'ain't got nowhere better t'be? oziah drawled in innocent question, tongue lashing out from between his teeth and flicking up over his nose. then again, i s'pose i don't neither.