[Money certainly is a thing, and it's a thing that Sampo Koski will acquire in the usual Sampo Koski way-- with a combination of legitimate and illegitimate business dealings. This little town that he's landed in has a bit of a problem getting goods that it needs, and Sampo is just the man to get those goods for them, one way or another. A man who can get things done! That's Sampo Koski.]
[He still finds time to go down to the beach, though. Just to walk. And that's not weird at all, a lot of people go to the beach to walk and clear their thoughts! Very good for the brain and the lungs. A little healthy sea air never hurt anyone, even if Sampo is a little more preoccupied with looking out at the ocean than he is necessarily with strolling.]
[But that's his business.]
[On this particular day, he's sitting on the pier rather than down on the beach proper, letting his legs dangle down towards the water. The ocean is calm, the sea breeze is cool and brisk; if he was going to see anything, this would be a good day for it, right? The perfect time for a pretty blond head to pop out of the water, if one was ever to show up.]
[Assuming that a pretty blond head ever would show up. Who knows if his merman savior would ever show his face back at shore again? Sampo vaguely remembers him saying something about merfolk law and humans, probably to keep them separate. Maybe he really wouldn't ever come back, and Sampo wouldn't see him until he finally figured out how to get a fish tail of his own.]
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[He still finds time to go down to the beach, though. Just to walk. And that's not weird at all, a lot of people go to the beach to walk and clear their thoughts! Very good for the brain and the lungs. A little healthy sea air never hurt anyone, even if Sampo is a little more preoccupied with looking out at the ocean than he is necessarily with strolling.]
[But that's his business.]
[On this particular day, he's sitting on the pier rather than down on the beach proper, letting his legs dangle down towards the water. The ocean is calm, the sea breeze is cool and brisk; if he was going to see anything, this would be a good day for it, right? The perfect time for a pretty blond head to pop out of the water, if one was ever to show up.]
[Assuming that a pretty blond head ever would show up. Who knows if his merman savior would ever show his face back at shore again? Sampo vaguely remembers him saying something about merfolk law and humans, probably to keep them separate. Maybe he really wouldn't ever come back, and Sampo wouldn't see him until he finally figured out how to get a fish tail of his own.]