just keep swimming

Rhyme had caught as many fish as was allowed, though Hel was close to that point as well. ”Indeed. It’s been good fishing with you.” He gave her another smile as he waded
back up the bank and had a good look at the pile of fish. Carrying them back to Abaven wouldn’t be fun, but at least if was close. ”Oh, actually.” He looked back towards her and the tied to find his directions. If he pointed himself North and then just a bit to the west. ”That way.” He pointed. ”If you go that way when you leave the island you’ll run into Abaven. It might be nice to stop by.” He invited her just in case they didn’t get another encounter before the end of the festival.