The ship was about to dock at its destination when someone unexpectedly caused trouble, and it was no small matter.
On the deck, everyone's attention was drawn to Rosyth.
Ivan furrowed his brow, aware of the look Rosyth had given him earlier, but he didn't care much about it. Unexpectedly, Rosyth had jumped into action, and Ivan detested this sort of unnecessary troublemaking.
The grey-robed figure turned around, a smile of great interest appearing on his face.
"Speak."
Rosyth pointed and said, "Him, Ivan Marichardon, he dared to impersonate me, Rosyth, and deceived your lordship. Clearly, he harbors ill intentions."
The little green winged snake vigorously flapped its wings, quickly positioning itself in front of Ivan: "You're not called Rosyth?"
Ivan did not want to offend the sorcerer's magic pet and explained, "Rosyth is another name for me, a nickname. Who says a person can't have two names, just like a ship can?"
"Makes sense."
