Seaside Moors Seeing fire, I'm told it never burns.

There are already a few Rusalkans at the meeting when he slips in, a touch self-conscious. Raleska's head, collapsed in between her shoulders like a roof beam had given away. The pale man he had seen before sits alongside her. As he sits behind the small grayscale girl he had seen when he had first joined, he notices the clean smell of herbs. 

Nothing much else to do other than to sit and wait and listen. The golden woman and her pirate wife have his full attention.