"Syryn, you should take your shirt off."
"Why?" The mage asked Drevin.
"Because it looks very uncomfortable. Your clothing is just extra weight you don't need."
The merman's words made sense. While Syryn took off his shirt, Drevin and Enkansh waited. Bare torsos were a copper bit a dozen down in Silisia. Nobody covered themselves the way humans did.
"I'm keeping the trousers," Syryn said to the duo when they pointedly looked at the loose material that ballooned with water in them.
"Fold the cuffs so they're snug around your ankles," Drevin suggested.
The mage did as he was told.
"Am I ready to be presented to the jellyfish now, your fussiness?" Syryn spread his arms wide.
"Very much."
"Joy," Syryn deadpanned.
Drevin liked that the human's real personality was starting to show through the foolish and bland shield he had erected.
