After all, given the structure of this Sea of Moisture, they could live normally even outside the Island; there was no absolute need to live on it. Over generations, the concept of an 'island' might have faded entirely, and calling it 'Muddy Land' would seem quite reasonable.
"Of course, we're just a bit curious—after all, it's a village floating on the sea. We will leave shortly. Thank you for your guidance," Alka said, nodding.
It was clear this middle-aged man, who resembled a militiaman, had allowed them a brief tour of the village only because he recognized Alka and the others as followers of the Holy Mother. The village seemed extremely exclusionary. Whether this was to protect its safety or for other reasons, it was completely understandable that they wouldn't be allowed to stay overnight.
Hearing Alka's response, the middle-aged men present nodded in relief.
"Quik, you're being too rude," Uncle Keck, who hadn't left, spoke up from the side.
