Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150914060056

Those waters were incredibly cold and grew even colder as Balin descended, chasing after his Uncle. He regreted deeply about not thinking of going straight to the source first as his Uncle did.

He could see Joramun meters ahead of him, trying to squeeze through the passage. They were both big men, Joramun being much larger than his nephew, and the Dreugh's den was twice as big as they were.

So far, so good...I'd hate to be attacked in here., Balin thought. He swam slowly as not to draw Joramun's attention and studied the walls of the passage to the den, oftenly spotting the creatures which inhabited it. It took him by surprise when a small shoal of colourful triggerfish passed in front of him, scared by the human's presence.

He then realized that he lost the sight of his uncle and was now on his own...