[color=ed1c24]As Leo told her story, Balon only nodded occasionally. He removed his hand and looked out at the horizon, turning red from the now setting sun.[/color] [color=a187be]"Amphi has returned, we should get back to camp."[/color]
[color=ed1c24]Balon turned to her and nodded, but remained at the window for a moment, looking out at the sea melancholicly, if that's a word. [i]Queen, huh.[/i] he thought to himself. [i]We flee from a ruthless dictator to end up in the hands of a hateful queen.[/i]
He shakes the feeling, following Leo down the ladder finally.[/color] [color=f26522]"I oughta make some sort of lock on that thing... Right now anyone can just climb up there."[/color] [color=ed1c24]he said, resuming his usually jokester nature.[/color] [color=f26522]"Hopefully, Luz hasn't tried to cook fish."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]When the two arrived back at camp, Balon smiled at Luz and the mermaid getting along. In a perfect world, -this- is how mermaid and human are supposed to interact. Not the blood, salt and iron that has been their history for all these years.

Balon stretches and yawns, heading over to Luz.[/color] [color=f26522]"How's the food comin' along? No fish I hope?"[/color] [color=ed1c24]he winked at her.[/color]