[ Alberto takes a moment's pause to consider this suggestion, glancing at Robyn with a dubious look, biting his bottom lip in thought. He's normally not one to ask for help. Even arriving in Avalon at all, on his very first day, he pretended to pretty much everyone as if he were unfazed by being spirited away — even as if he knew where he was. Even lied saying he'd been here before — on vacation! His need for a sense of self-sufficiency is out of control.

He chews on the idea a second longer, then gives the girl a nod. ]

Yeah— let's talk to them. But play it cool. I bet we can get the information out of them without even asking.

[ Why is he like this. Why is his energy just pure manipulative chaos.

He swims forward out of the cover of kelp, waving her along, and shows himself at last. He swims up to the nearest person, a naga-type floating by another kelp garden, feeding some weird-looking crabs crowded together in the sand below. Not far off is another cecaelian type, cutting down kelp leaves with something like a scythe. Farmers indeed. A society indeed. Alberto isn't in awe at this at all, it seems. He's friendly and casual as can be when he approaches the naga person. ]

Excuse me, Signor — can you help us...? We're looking for a boy named Luca. He's green with blue scales. Like twelve, kinda shrimpy. Have you seen him?

[ Alberto runs a hand over his own purple scaly "hair" demonstratively. This is his opening? That has nothing to do with their situation! ]

(( The mods said this when I asked them about the merpeople's village. ))