As Eino proceeded further into the lake, he was still skeptical about encountering grindylows. He wasn't afraid of them, no; he didn't want to hurt them. If merpeople could domesticate grindylows and have them as pets, then why couldn't wizards? That's it! Eino would have to find a merperson, preferably a mermaid, and request some insight and knowledge in the domestication process of grindylows. First, he was going to have to learn mermish. That would be difficult, but maybe he would be able to find a few books in the library. Now that that was solved, all that Eino had to worry about was getting lost in a dark lake, without even knowing which way was up, and a ticking clock on his gillyweed. Follow the bubbles, just follow the... there are no more bubbles. All there was left was searing cold water and endless darkness.