<strong>Xholkrox</strong><br/><br/>Xholkrox flew out of the water, landing on the platform. He was lucky it was one of the lower ones, or he would not have come close to making it. Still, the leap had been impressive, easily over 2 meters he reckoned.<br/>"If you are done admiering yourself, maybe you could give an old T'Skrang a hand?" As Xholkrox spun around he could see the stranger clearly for the first time.<br/>He was a T'Skrang and quite old, so he had not lied to Xholkrox yet. He wore a big hat with a large, shiny yellow feather. His red jacket, looking somewhat like a captains jacket, had epaulette's and plenty of shiny gold buttons in rows. He even had a few medals on his chest, if they actually ment something was unclear. His boots also had the looks of something a well off sailor would wear. It probably would have been an impressive sight, if his clothes hadn't been soaked right through, and if he hadn't been struggling to get up on the platform. The fire in his eyes could mean he had taken Xholkrox's leap as a personal insult to his own aging body, but Xholkrox couldn't be certain.