Not keen to aggravate Areen any more than necessary, the three of us slink towards the trap door, tiptoeing warily, not fully unconvinced that there might still be traps laid out for us yet. Silently, I let my eyes brush over the Siren Queen, watching the mixture of expression that pull over her face when she thinks she is unobserved.
Despite the youthful appearance of her face, it is sometimes easy to forget that creatures like her have a longevity of life far longer than most, often at times making their appearance deceptive to any outward onlookers but in truth this appearance is only a façade.
