“The way he behaves reminds me of someone not so different, at the legends would have it.”
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The legends? Not but a collection of tales at firesides each night to give the children nightmares and indigestion. Aye, but there"s always the kernel of truth buried deep in the legend, and who"s it for us to say what"s true or what"s rued?
Before, my folks fished the seas off the western coast, and I"d be fishin" there too but for the strange storm that came out of the sea from half a world away and blackened the sky for months, and set my ancestors adrift inland.
Aye but I"m distractin" myself, I am.
Among the fisherfolk they tell the tale of a merman crowned upon his head with a tiara of sharkteeth and his legs of course the tail of a fish. So strong he was that he walked upon those ta
