The Idiot Prince

Zale was incredibly anxious until Gar returned with the item he requested from the witches. It was a scale model of a mermaid that had the same coloring as Talori if not the same facial features. It still made him miss her terribly.

The problem was that the witches didn't have any message to go along with it. Had they not figured out what he was asking for?

Witches were supposed to be smart, weren't they? And Talori was definitely in contact with them if she managed to make it to the surface. Did this mean she hadn't made it after all? Or had he overestimated the witches' abilities?

Zale watched the little figurine swim around his head in frustration. What was he supposed to do?

"Beck, there wasn't a message," he growled. "What do I do now?"

"There isn't anything you can do. I suppose the witches were not as clever as we had hoped. That is disappointing," the other merman said blankly.

"You don't say! How am I supposed to know if Tali is—"