As if a switch was turned on, some light returned to his eyes. At least he doesn't look like he lost his soul anymore. His head snapped to look at my direction then he started crawling towards my feet with difficulty. He almost stumbled a few times since his body was weak due to hunger but he still bravely approached me.
Once he reached the area right in front of me, he bowed with his forehead touching the ground. He then spoke with a hoarse voice, "Qziubi dizq gi" (Please help me.)
I smirked at his sudden change in attitude. For sure, he knew I was a mystique. I used merfolk language so suddenly and he immediately understood that I knew with just one look who he was and where he was from. I then asked, "Aeoh qieqzi uhi xlecl jeh kiylf wollylf ulm eqqehpolybpyw, Cdup ceozm Y fip jeh dizqylf aeo?" (Your people are known for being cunning and opportunistic. What would I get for helping you?)
