Bab 285: Gift

Syryn stooped over and reached for the black seashell. It was the size of his palm. The color of the shell wasn't entirely black as Syryn had assumed. There were flecks of dark purple on it near the opening. 

"What do you mean it's a gift from the ocean?" 

The anti mage sat down on the beach and began folding the cuffs of his trousers. He didn't like the idea of wearing soaked trousers even if they were just wet at the cuffs. 

"I meant what I said. The water sends gifts when new people appear. I don't know why it does what it does but that's what I've been told." 

"By whom?" The mage asked as he placed the seashell to his ear. He had checked and it was empty. He immediately heard whispers from the seashell but they were in a language he couldn't understand. 

"By the person who told me about the key." 

Syryn offered the shell to Rowan. "Listen to it." 

The anti mage held the shell to his ear but he only heard the sound of waves.