Wheeling Gull Isle unalaq

Oh, something about the denial made him deflate.

Turned out no, it was just a person, with a name and -- the mystery of it all was rather disappointing. The man was helping them somehow. The man that wasn't Heda's dad.

But he's so old. Mojag had shed the poor whispering and now spoke openly. Perhaps he had subconsciously picked up on something between the holy man and his disciple.

Regardless, he leveled a look upon Heda. He prays a lot. My anaa calls that spirit-talking. You're sure that isn't a spirit? His little nostrils flared as he took on a defiant expression upon his face.