[The man looks at them as if they just asked if the sky is blue. But then he takes in Childe's appearance, and nods. "Ah, you must be some of those refugees, then. The ocean's full of time surges. They churn and move and are completely unpredictable. Everyone who tried sailing out never came back. The line-- it's a buoy out in the water, not far off the coast. It marks the only areas we know to be safe. You cross that, and not even the gods will find you again."]
...I've heard there was no international travel in this country. Then, is that why?
[The man nods, expression solemn. "Lost a lot of good crews this year. Even knowing the risk... but you can't just take a man's livelihood and expect him to take it sitting down. I'm sure they'll keep trying. All we can do is hope some of 'em made it to land somewhere."]
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...I've heard there was no international travel in this country. Then, is that why?
[The man nods, expression solemn. "Lost a lot of good crews this year. Even knowing the risk... but you can't just take a man's livelihood and expect him to take it sitting down. I'm sure they'll keep trying. All we can do is hope some of 'em made it to land somewhere."]