How fortunate for Zophiel. It doesn't seem like this quest has much of a monetary reward, after all. How would he afford the trainer's fees?

Anchor's shadow didn't fill her in on the details of the prisoners' water-breathing, so the kiss takes her by surprise. She doesn't have any complaints, though.
And then the mermaid is retreating to a safe distance, the others are working on the ceremony, and there's nothing to do but wait as the fog rolls in.

Should she do something about it? No, not yet.

And then all of a sudden the perspective shifts, and all the strange things they heard about this monster make sense. The everpresent void of sight, sound, color, surrounding, is all one phenomenon. The more of it there is, the more it turns from beautiful song to awful screeching. There may be something to that.
Anchor has to think, for a moment, that there are certain other people who would be better at handling this.

Anchor's shadow stands resting by the table full of tools.
Anchor herself steps up to the edge of the river.
"Hold, lady. Why have you come here? By what right have you done these things?"