While he was hesitant, the person hardly seemed to be of any threat, completely lacking any hostility, especially with the wounds he walked with.
"Gael," he gave his name, lowering his weapon. "What happened to you? Get in a run in with one of those sharks?"
"Yeah," Elijah answered, walking into the shop as he sat down by one of the shelves, leaning on it. "Damn thing took a chunk right outta me. Realized armor wasn't of much use against these things."
Gael held a pink seashell in his hand, touching its rigid form before setting it down, "Good call. Those things are no joke. Did you find out anything about them?"
"Not much besides the fact that Atlantis is a nightmare now," Elijah answered with a sigh, picking himself up as he held his side.
"Are you alright–I mean, are you bleeding out?" Gael asked, staring at the bloodied bandages around the man's abdomen.
