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For there stood the old man on his cheerless, drab skiff, of which assumed a sort of sterile hue, that had managed to defy the commands of the vast foams and their ebbs, its oar similarly unbending even despite the spates that threw themselves against it, even now with its head submerged in the currently stagnant ocean. Few knew how the skiff and the oar did this or retained its form of undamage, however the most common speculation was that it was made by X. Corp alloys. An unclear amount of time passed since his brush with the Limbus Company Bus Department, who happened to have been seeking the Pallid Whale at the same time as he. They were a markedly strange cast of people, and it was mysterious on how their manager or any higher ranking officials thought to hire them all in one department. However, it was because that they were strange that the Pallid Whale was finally slain, and for this there was not much reason for him to bewail of it. There was no reason to aswell, there surely existed far stranger in the vast extensions and crevasses in the City.
There existed a hunch that they would inevitably become an important dozen people, however that would come when it would come. What was more important was that he should go to hunting after the other three Calamities. Time nust not be wasted, and the Indigo Elder surely knew of this well, for he probably wasted a wealth of his time in his younger days. With that thought in mind, the Indigo Elder grabbed the oar by the tail and began to row forward, heaving the skiff along with long, straight strokes of the flat-bladed water-shovel. At some point he had learned to row perfectly straight with the oar, or maybe it came naturally, as all things do.
The three Calamities were unfittingly elusive for their size, and the various ripples of the ocean, the mermaids and the smaller fish that were deep in the loch are very cagey aswell. However, it was because of this that the Indigo Elder thought them to be an admirable, noble sort of creature. They were unreadable, indeed, but they were relatable and had a small sense of familiarity for the venerable Color. It was his goal to understand what they were and to decipher the ciphers that the things he didn't know gave him in the form of Calamities and trials.