He pretended to be offended. "Me? Would I ever do such a thing?"

"I know." She replies flatly. Then she quickly has to stop Ares, as a short, purpleish-black siren suddenly lands in front of them.

" Yes. " She retorted.

Ares abruptly stops and snorts, not exactly fond of sirens.

"Okay, ouch."

" sorry but its true. "

The siren stares up at him. She's very small, but not a child- just a midget. Her face is visibly mature, and there's a couple scars around her neck.

"One last thing," Mab decided to add. "The magic in the amulet is not permanent. It will weaken and corrode over time, and eventually it will shatter altogether. The smiths also tell me that any use of glamour will hasten the charms destruction, as will direct contact with anything made of iron. How long that will take, they are not sure. But they do agree on one thing--it will not last forever. Once you enter the Iron Realm, you have a limited time to find your target and kill him. So, I would hurry if I were you." She handed them the amulet. "Give this to Ash when you find him."



Ares does not care. He does not like sirens.

she nods and takes the charm. " thank you, i guess. "

She's staring right at Ash. Her tail is flicking back and forth agitadedly.