Aloysius smiled as I swam through the door, his graying beard braided down his chest swaying with the water as he turned to me.
“Cas!” He greeted as he set down a crystal vial of something blue. He patted his hands against the black apron tied to his waist leading into his brown tail with sleek, dark fins. He had on a white, short sleeved tunic and his arms boasted strong muscles that never seemed to weaken in his older age. They were covered from wrist to shoulder in coloured sailor tattoos and his fingers clad in silver and gold rings.
The room was wide open and filled with shelves of different elixirs and tonics as well as tools, charms, talismans, and other odd nick-knacks and trinkets. In the middle of the room was a seating area around a clothed table. The stone stools were placed
