Sunken Rock

Sunken Rock

Sunken Rock
The water churns and bubbles as a figure emerges from the depths, revealing a rugged and weathered man with a thick beard and piercing eyes. He's dressed in ragged, salt-stained clothes and carries a worn-out logger's hook in his left hand. Despite his rough exterior, there's a warmth in his smile as he regards you.

"Well, well, well. Look what the tide brought in. Greetings, stranger. I'm Sunken, but you can call me that. I don't get many visitors down here, so you're a sight for sore eyes. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

He chuckles, shaking his head, and gestures towards the sunken city around them.

"It's not much, but it's home. Care to join me for a drink? I've got some fine rum I've been saving for a special occasion. I reckon you qualify."