"A timely rescue," Fingon laughs as he picks himself off the deck of the ship, "and one you have my thanks for." He takes a moment to scratch behind the dog's ears and check the condition of his sword, but then turns to Iskandar

Standing at full height he's a few inches shorter than Iskandar, but he meets his rescuer's eyes with a bright confidence utterly at odds with his waterlogged, overdressed appearance.

"Is there any way I can help in return? I'm no sailor, but," he nods at the monsters atop the water. "There do seem to be some creatures in need of pushing back."