Neverwinter Forest Miss Misery

As their eyes briefly met, Whip could feel the hair on his back stand on end. His apprehension wasn't intentional, but it had become so hardwired in the more recent months; and for good reason. "Th-the coast?" he repeated, finding his voice hoarse and frail from disuse. Themiscyra had surely sent someone to track him down, and if he was lucky, maybe he'd face a tribunal of the members of the High Council -- not that they would show him mercy. He no longer had Akantha to protect him. Or maybe they'd just save themselves the trouble and put him down.

"Where?" he asked. He didn't recognize her as a Siren, but there were others; other groups. Whip needed to be sure before he considered her offer, generous as it may have been. "I'm Peter," he lied, adopting the name of his late brother without hesitation.