Zulimar looked over in Josephs direction. The bad atmosphere had seemingly just been swept away by the night air, lifting a deep sense of guilt from Zulimar for the first time in a long time.
“Well, I have schools of fish, circling down both of my arms. A compass, behind my right ear. A jellyfish on my chest. A crescent moon on my shoulder blade as well as the moon cycle around my bicep. And, my proudest piece, a sea dragon covering the most of the right of my back.” Zulimar grinned widely as he explained his tattoos, it was one of the few things he was able to still enjoy doing.