Bankor

Odd was there for the sunset. And beard-grooming. With his hair loose, he took care of it with the vamblade on his wrist. The sun was orange-red on the horizon, the only thing lacking was a shriek of a hawk in a distance.

Rekara looked to the horizon, her gaze upon the sunset falling to the sea, the wonderful ocean that she so missed. She would love to dive into the waters and discover the many mysteries that probably dwell under the waves, but she had heard of the dangers under the waves as well, and precaution was important.

Odd took her as some local aquatic oddity. He was unfamiliar with Dac folk. Marking the creature as peaceful, he returned to beard-grooming.