"Master, did you see her again?"
Kresnik turned and raised one dark brow at his people. The mermaids, servants, and other mythical creatures residing in his oasis all looked at him in anticipation that their faces barely hid. These were a very curious bunch.
He sighed. "You know I did. I had to go and return her voice, hadn't I?"
There was a bit of censure in his voice as he slightly frowned at them, most especially towards the mermaids who were mischievous enough to steal the girl's voice. However, his servants were shameless enough to not even look an ounce guilty over what they'd done.
"But isn't that great, Master?" One of them had the gall to ask with a glimmer in her eyes. The mermaid's hands were clasped in front of her as if in prayer. "Maybe the legend about the lake in this oasis is real."
