Zein was glad for two things as she stared into the murky, green depths of the moat that seemed to have grown in depth since her last visit. First, she was glad her breakfast was light. Second, she was glad she'd taken the time after her nap from the previous day to peruse the armory for new equipment. She hadn't quite picked out a sword she liked yet, but at her hip was a thin, triangular dagger. Since there were some sort of beasties in the moat that were supposed to be a pain in the ass, she was happy she now possessed a weapon that would actually be useful underwater. She unhooked the leather belt that was holding the dagger to her hips, and removed her shoes and pants. She retied the weapon to her thigh, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and dove in, hoping her thin figure would help her be more hydrodynamic. She kicked as hard as she could once her feet were underwater, heading down for the light at the bottom. She pulled the dagger out of its sheathe and placed it in her mouth once she hit the bottom, immediately setting to work on cracking open a scallop. She made a mental note to surface once she estimated that her breath was about halfway out. If she were to be grabbed by something while almost out of breath, she wasn't sure if she'd get a breath of air before she passed out. Better be prepared for the worst, she thought to herself.