"The Black Jade Sea, in fact. The marina used to be bustling with activity, merchants and visitors alike."

Degas pauses here, fingers combing through his beard in thought.

"About five years ago it became impossible for anyone to arrive and for anyone of us to leave. Our fisherman can still fish, but at a certain distance from shore they can travel no further. So it is curious that you arrived by boat now...Hmm." There's a few possibilities that come to mind, but he's a simple man, one of scripture rather than research. "Regardless, you are here now. What we can share with you in forms of food or fellowship, most of the villagers would be happy to provide."