A deal, that would bound the masses towards a truce.

"What can we possibly give you?" Timothy questioned.

For once he didn't aim to be sassy, but was just utterly confused instead. This fish almost seemed like a descended god, so the hero doubted that a shrimp for a snack would do the trick.

"Ah well look how fate meets with opportunity, lucky souls you two are and so am I." The darkened fish recited.

Before the hero could have said anything stupid, Dana decided to take charge of this portion of the conversation.

Shortly she questioned, "Can you tell us what you mean?"

"You seek the source, correct?" The other questioned just to remind.

To that the couple of stingrays simply nodded, they wholeheartedly agreed.

The void's tone thickened deeper as it described, "I can tell you where to find the source, but you shall aid me with a light task to show your gratitude."

"Of course..." The hero criticised with a mumble.

And then Dana instantly cooperated, "What can we do to help you?"