Sun Mote Copse Garden of the Hesperides

"That makes two of us," Wraen chuckled and, when her player had finally skimmed through the three-page long description of their last meeting, something finally came back to her toon's memory as well. "I vaguely remember telling you about sea-side packs and sirens particularly," she guessed with a furrowed brow. "The creatures that can charm poor people with their songs and lure them in the sea to drown?" she went on, looking expectantly at Sequioa, hoping for her aid. "But did I tell you about one hero, whose music was even better than that off the vile creatures?" she asked.