[ As he expects, diving into the briny ocean without something to cover his third eye ends up making it sting uncomfortably. As it isn't a real eye, he isn't worried about it being affected by the salt water. Still, he grabs the first interesting shape he sees and swims back to the surface. ]

I will admit to being impressed that their technology is advanced enough to produce such intricate machinery. Allag may have managed it within another thousand years if left to prosper.

[ He glances at what he's managed to find. Unfortunately, just a small piece of driftwood. Damn. ]