"The reaper will be disappointed when he meets you for a second time. And this time, I'll make sure that you don't return."
Syryn acknowledged the mer King's words with a few shallow nods.
"Why don't we let the reaper decide who he wants?" Syryn asked the crowned mer. "Neither of us wants to go so we can only leave it to him to choose."
Rowan was feeling a tendril of unease coil in his stomach.
The mer king sneered at the human seated on the throne. Syryn appeared to suit the throne despite how large it was for him. The mage's broadcasted confidence was no less than that of an Emperor's.
"Very well, invite the reaper then."
"He's already here," Syryn replied. "We can't see him but he'll decide who gets killed."
The large crowd of mers surrounding them could not understand what Syryn was talking about. Neither could the king.
"Stop speaking in riddles, human."
