He had done it. He had caught and managed to turn the merman. It had not been an easy task. First he had to find one. Find one of the merfolk was hard enough. Then throw in the fact it had to be a single one. That was rare beyond compare. It usually meant that it was an outcast or something was up. This one seemed to be an oddity. His kind usually had some knowledge of how to transform into humans. A good chunk of then were born outside the sea. So they knew how to do this already. Except this one. Odd. 

The man had a tattoo of a shark with different markings around it. The symbol of the Rokea. He glared down at the merman. So this was the thing that would save his species. He looked the guy over. He was clearly terrified. Heck if the tables were turn he would be scared. He looked young. Very young in fact. Well that was just the look. The Rokea was older than he looked. At least the thing had stopped screaming. Meant it could talk right?

The Rokea stayed over him pinning him down. There was no way he was letting him get away. He glared down at the man. "Do you have a name? Or should I just call you fish boy? " He asked laughing in his head. "Mine's Rus. " He stayed. The Rokea were not great with names. Shorter the better. He looked down at the guy. "Do you know why I took you?" He also asked curiously.