Chapitre 616: Chosen One

Krysaos grinned and pointed a thumb at himself, "Name's Krysaos, Captain of the... of... the.... nevermind. Just call me Krysaos!!" 

The guy managed a polite smile as he offered forward a waterskin, "My name is Tycon... As a greeting gift, would you like some--"

Krysaos snatched the skin out of his hand, unstoppered it, and drank greedily, "Mmmhh... Ohhhhh... Mmmm... YES! I haven't had clean water to drink in entire SUNS, guy!"

Tycon furrowed his brows... "Right... and your companions couldn't have helped you in your search for a drinking source?"

Krysaos felt his blood run as cold as the biting waves... "What... companions?"

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During Tycondrius' scouting of the area, he came across what appeared to be a shipwreck survivor. The moderately tall human had short, salt-encrusted hair and a strong jaw, covered in developing stubble.