After his sighting on the beach, Logan decided to return to the bar. He knew what he'd seen and that it was hard to explain how it was possible; perhaps another discussion with the bartender would enlighten him on these merfolk rumors. 

The sky had fallen to darkness outside as he slid into a bar stool once more. Roman was absentmindedly wiping off glasses, clearly not noticing his presence. He took a moment to study the bartender. He was a handsome young man, gentle waves of brown hair sweeping perfectly on his head and shiny caramel colored eyes that glistened with the reflections of the lights of the bar. If he lived here permanently, he'd consider flirting, but he was going to move away in a year and the princely man's heart seemed to be hung up on the supposed merman he'd met.

He looked up, the man's eyes widening as he recognized Logan. "Ah, back so soon?" he said, putting down the newly clean glass. "What can I get you?"

"A glass of water, and some answers," he replied straightening his glasses. Roman raised an eyebrow as he prepared his glass of water, looking intrigued by his query. The man cleared his throat to answer. "These rumors... the ones about the merfolk, and your story..."

"You don't believe me," he said, chuckling. 

Logan narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips as he thought carefully about his answer. "I didn't say that," he pointed out. "I'm a man of science and logic, and I'm very skeptical when dealing with creatures or instances of fiction in the real world. However, someone once said that magic was just science we don't understand yet, and there were many creatures of this planet that we had no evidence of for many hundreds of years. So perhaps, perhaps your story isn't fictitious."

The bartender looked a little more pleased by his response, leaning on the counter with a slight smirk. "So, what do you want to know?" 

"I want to know all the details of your supposed encounter, and I'd like to see that amethyst necklace of yours," he said, taking a sip of his water. Roman smiled and nodded, reaching up to unfasten the necklace. He handed it over to the intellectual man, eyes never leaving the stone as he watch him inspect it. The stone was cut and sanded with such precision that it felt as though it would slip right out of his hand with the slightest motion. It seemed too perfect, at least too perfect to be cut and sanded by a human being. "So, he gave this to you?"

He nodded, smiling fondly down at the amethyst in Logan's hands. "Yeah, he gave it to me for saving his life, I think."

"You think?" he questioned, pointing out the uncertainty of his words.

"Yeah, he couldn't speak English," Roman recalled, looking upward as his gaze gained some distance to it. "I only knew his name. Virgil, it was, but he couldn't speak English, so it's not as if we had a conversation, per say. I talked to him, but I had to speak very slowly and use a bunch of gestures for him to have any chance of him understanding me."

Logan nodded, taking in this information; merfolk evidently didn't speak or understand English. "Did he have his own language, or did it sound like a foreign language, like Spanish or French?"

The bartender looked thoughtful, humming as he rubbed his chin. "I mean, I think there were some traces of Hawaiian, but it seemed mostly unfamiliar to me," he admitted. "Although, I'm certainly no scholar when it comes to recognizing and identifying foreign languages. It could've been entirely Hawaiian for all I know. I never learned to speak it fluently, so I was only able to recognize a few words."

"That's interesting," he mumbled to himself. "Hawaiian hasn't been the common language of the Hawaiian Islands in centuries... perhaps... if the merfolk are real, they once had a relationship with the ancient Hawaiian people."

"You were pretty certain that merfolk were fake, what happened to that?" Roman wondered with a laugh. 

That was a good question; earlier he'd doubted every word he'd said about meeting his merman friend. He supposed that he couldn't deny the evidence, and what he saw. It would be unprofessional for him to dismiss the possibility. He looked up at the bartender as he handed his necklace back to him.

"I think I saw one."