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So entranced was he by her strange accent, that he did not - at first - realize that a question had been addressed to him. This was also due, in part, to being addressed as 'little mud puddle', but Marbas could hardly remember his own name; what did he care if she called him the wrong one?

"Marbas..." he said after a beat, more question than statement. Who was she? Where was he? What were they doing here? The questions, though, seemed insignificant in light of his pain. "What... what's happening? Where is Siren?"

But his mumbled words were not heeded - all too soon, she was trying to get away!