[Ythri Drega Dun]

Ythri was only able to follow about half of the pronouncement that seemed to be the reason for this rather unusual gathering. Photosemic messages meant nothing to her, and although everyone around her seemed to know what "breaking the seals" was all about, to the half-sea elf the words might as well have been in Ancient Aelyrian for all the information that they conveyed to her.

What she did understand was that a wicked storm was coming, one that apparently was going to do a great deal of damage to this town, or at least was expected to. She felt a small twinge of regret at the thought of her house here being destroyed -- it represented most of the collateral she had, after all, and if she was going to finance the rest of her journey, she could ill-afford to lose it. But these thoughts were quickly swept aside by the last thing that the speaker had said.

Because of her heritage, Ythri was well-equipped to help in this kind of work. She was in much less danger than most people, because even if she were somehow swept out to sea, she wouldn't necessarily be in trouble. Her gills weren't perfect, but she could breathe underwater for a good half-brightening before she would need to surface. Something that land-dwellers rarely understood was that even the worst storms hardly penetrated below the surface of the sea, and she would be able to move freely and easily if she were simply to swim a few tens of feet down.

As soon as she was sure that the speech was over, she made her way toward the sopping wet woman who had been identified as Miss Kalpas. The tall young woman gave a friendly smile, one that almost seemed incongruously cheerful given the circumstances. "My name's Ythri, and I'd be happy to lend whatever help I can," she said.

She was not, however, entirely certain what the best way for her to help would be, and so she waited for Miss Kalpas to give her directions. Ythri was every bit as wet as Miss Kalpas, but as this was a natural state for her, she remained resolutely unconcerned by it.