#Chapter 30: Meeting a Merfolk Ambassador

The girls around me were freshening up their Merfolk language. Some were fluent. Others, less so. Though most seemed to have a baseline knowledge. My grasp of the Merfolk language was rusty, at least. I vaguely recalled some lessons during my days at the Academy, but that felt like so long ago now. I hadn’t had any need for Merfolk language or traditions in my day to day since leaving the Academy. I didn’t really retain any of that knowledge. I thought I might be able to recall some customs, though the bits of information I was hearing now and then around me confused with my memories and left me unsure. Also, I couldn’t trust what the girls around me were even saying. Linda, especially, seemed to be purposefully polluting the water of fact and fiction. My knowledge was shaky, but even I knew the Merfolk greeted each other with a deep bow, and not a fist bump like she was suggesting to the more gullible girls. I tried not to panic. I had been in worse situations. Heck, even