Idriz struggled to give his consent to the leader even though it was the only peaceful resolution to their stand off. Syryn would be carried off into the watery depths of Silisia and there was nothing they could do short of getting into a bloody fight with the merpeople. A fight they were bound to lose.
Right then, the mage came to with a confused look on his face.
"Syryn," Idriz said to the man who was slowly looking around like a baby animal that was just born.
There was no recognition on Syryn's face.
"You are called Syryn?" The merman asked him. As imposing as he was, the merman couldn't stop himself from staring at the half-demon.
The confused mage looked at the merman and the other people around him. "Syryn?" He said in a low voice, furrowing his brows like he wasn't sure about what was happening.
"Idriz, is he mentally deficient?" The merman asked as he noted the unusual behaviour of their captive.
