IC: TF141Pordal wrenched the knife out of the tablet and sheathed it."Just fine," he answered, coming out of the room.Altal quickly put out his cigar and stowed it in his satchel, picking up his firestaff and tablet before exiting himself."Good luck son," he said. "It's your team, now."With that, he walked out of the shop.Sirron dived into the wave and was immediately washed back to shore."They've got some good waves down at Naho Bay," he exclaimed running back up to Gren.Gren nodded, just finishing applying his sunscreen."You'd better go in soon," Sirron warned. "Waves like this don't last all day."Gren nodded again, standing.