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Merope was able to see out of his missing eye earlier. It was difficult at first, since he had to close his single good eye and concentrate on staring. In all honesty it made his stomachs feel sick over how jarring it was. At first, he figured his eye was in a dark place. Now he couldn't see out of it at all. He figured it either no longer associated itself with him (likely), or it dissipated.

Either way, he was currently a one-eyed undead sea dragon in the middle of... of... Wherever this was. He crossed his arms as he stared at the village. He quite liked the amount of fog surrounding it. Weren't places near the ocean also foggy? It had been awhile since he was last there, but he was pretty sure that was the case. It didn't matter that the fog here was dark and wasn't damp. It was just... there. Kind of like smoke.

Merope grimaced. The more he thought about the fog being like smoke, the more uncomfortable it made him. His sense of smell was next to non-existent. If there ever was a fire, he wouldn't notice it. Merope needed to rely on other people's panic before he could panic too.

The undead boil made his way into the village, peering at the villagers. "Um," he began as he approached one, "Excuse me. Have you seen my eye?"

Merope brushed his hair back and pointed at his empty eye socket. "It's dark green with a glowing green iris. Shouldn't be hard to miss on the account of it glowing."



No response. Merope looked uncertain, glancing around before moving to sit next to the villager. It wasn't unusual for him to gravitate towards the nearest source of water. Was it a lake? Stream? River? The undead let his feet dangle off the edge of what he assumed was the pier. The fog made it too hard to see anything, and there was too much noise in the village to listen for water.

Merope was content to watch the fisherman in silence.