Finmage's heart ached endlessly, and he wished he could slap himself twice.
For an existence like the Master of the Black Tide, there must be more important matters to attend to. When its gaze once fell upon him, that was his opportunity, but his own caution made him miss it for nothing!
Seeing Finmage's regretful look, Chelegen shook his head and said, "Lord Finmage, you don't need to be so remorseful."
"The Master of the Black Tide is a great being of fairness who wouldn't harbor a grudge over trivial matters, nor would they favor you because of your uniqueness."
"No matter who it is, as long as they can offer what It wants or contribute to It, It will never treat contributors unfairly..."
"...Lord Finmage, do you understand my meaning?"
Chelegen looked at him with a slight smile.
