Rowan and Syryn were back on the surface, taking off their wet clothing on a ship whose captain had been beset with anxiety as the crew waited for their missing leader.
Rowan had a towel around his waist and was using another to briskly rub at his wet hair. Syryn though was content to sunbathe with only a pair of shorts on. He had been underwater for so long that the sun's kiss on his skin left him feeling warm and tingly. He pitied the mers who had never felt the sun on their skin and the wind in their hair. But that was going to change because Drevin was the proxy king that Syryn had chosen. Enkansh had been left with instructions and a crown in his hand. The mage wondered what the siren would do since he was no longer a sub citizen of Silisia.
"Sir, what should we do about the mermaid? She's creating a ruckus in there."
"What mermaid?" Syryn was first to reply.
The sailor looked at Rowan.
