[ Was that... Is that.. Eridan squints against the sun's reflection at the skinny body half strung up by seaweed. He's got his cape over his head to avoid sunstroke, so it's not like he is the bastion of coolness up on shore, sitting amongst the driftwood. But that is definitely another troll, though judging from its flatchestedness there's no indication what gender we're dealing with here (burn!) He hurriedly shimmies his cape back down to his shoulders, climbing to his feet, hand at the gun at his side. Seadweller or not, this island has served as a good enough home for him and his lusus (until its untimely death), and he sure as shit isn't handing it over to any lowblood castaway who wanders onto it. ]
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