Glassy Eyes, Uncle Harold

Once I left the group, I headed back to the surface and shot myself back out to land on the surface. Once I was back on the water, I made my way to the shore.

The meeting with the Sahuagin and Barracuda went much faster than I had imagined. I figured that I would have time to pay my respect to Dack, Mex's son, who I was sure would be staying behind.

When I reached the beach, I walked over to the small village that was only about fifteen huts, give or take. Some more significant and few must be shed or small shacks for cleaning their catches.

I deactivated my Pact, but my shirt was soaked now, so I took it off. There was a line out with other clothes hanging on it, so I tossed the shirt on, having no real need for it.

"Kazz… or, I guess Zack! Good to see you again!" Dack called over to me from a group of people he was talking to.

The dark blue-skinned man strode over to meet me and offered me his hand. I accepted, shaking it, and Dack put his other hand over mine with a big smile as I
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