Cheth is the exasperated dungeonmaster of the world's dumbest DnD Game.
Pavel absorbs the information, with Katja looking on.
Pavel: Wow. Okay. So that's why Lani said that.
He looks up happily, raising his hand. Katja smiles.
Pavel: Well, I'M alive! Maybe I can help you?
Phaedra smiles weakly, holding her hands up.
Phaedra: That's very kind of you to offer. But we want to keep you safe. We'll find another person to help.
Pavel looks downtrodden.
Pavel: But anyone else might be afraid of you. I'm the only person I know who thinks seaghosts... aren't monsters.
Phaedra is startled by this. More intrigued than concerned. She's heard that word used before... and it makes her think.
Pavel looks up, and focuses on Phaedra.
Pavel: Your Highness... Cheth brought me up here to get help finding my mom. And Cheth brought YOU up here and told you to find a living volunteer. Don't you think that's weird? Maybe we're meant to help each other?
While he speaks, Cheth's face leans a little bit around the corner. His male half looks wide-eyed - and a little stressed out - as he nods. He nods a lot.