Izz continued to watch Camm

She's still bleeding.

Which was worrying Izz. A lot.

Why would the sirens have attacked them? Cammie's a siren! She's one of them!

That was definitely strange.

Maybe they didn't like that she brought a human? Izz does know that sirens tend to eat humans, so maybe the fact she was protecting one made them angry?

She stopped and stared at them.

That seemed like the most logical answer at this point.



"Oh, why dont you stick around, my dear." A buzzing, high-pitched voice called. At the front of the table, the figure swiveled the chair around to face them, smiling. She wore a neon-green business suit, radioactive-blue lipstick, and bright yellow glasses above a thin, sneering face. Her hair, a myriad of computer cables, was bound atop her head in a colorful mockery of a bun. She held the scepter in green-nailed hands, like a queen observing her subjects.

"VIRUS!" Ironhorse boomed.

"No need to shout, old man. Im right here." Virus put her heels on the table and regarded them smugly. "Ive been waiting for you, girl. Looking for this, are you?" She lifted her arm. The Scepter of the Seasons pulsed a strange, sickly green light through her fingers. Virus bared her teeth in a smile. "I was expecting the girl and her clown to come sniffing after it, but I never expected the honorable Ironhorse to turn on us. Tsk-tsk." She shook her head. "Loyalty is so overrated these days. How the mighty have fallen."

But they arrive to something that's... not usual. Dealkeeper, carrying what looks weirdly like a bodybag, perched on the roof.

The knights jerk their steeds to a halt.