LOREN
As the red-headed woman scrambled through the tree and drew her bow, Loren’s eyes narrowed. Apparently, she wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Stil, as she fired her arrow, he kept his head; as fast as the projectile was moving, it wasn’t as fast as his thoughts. He caught it with his telekinesis as soon as it came in range, then held it to one side as he retaliated with the spell he’d been preparing.A peculiar creature appeared: it showed up by his side, coming up to his knees, with a too large body of a sparrow and the head of a beautiful woman. Its mouth was open, and though the Launceleyn couldn’t hear it, he knew there was a song rising in the woods. The summon was a siren, that ancient peril of sailors that lured them to their doom. Hopefully it would entrance this woman as easily as it did most mortals. Astra, at least, stared at the siren adoringly.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
