"Colorful indeed." Talogan said in response to Nyx's words. "And also capable of mimicking speech. We'll be making good use of that particular ability." As Hector hung back to help Nyx progress forward, Talogan picked up the pace to reach Hurrik. "Mind how fast you're going, Mr. Balannor." Talogan ordered. "Ms. Orocho is having trouble keeping up with the current pace. I don't want her tired out." Talogan then rejoined those who had hung back and Hector spoke up shortly after.
"So hey captain, what do you think we'll be finding over at that ship wreck anyways?" Hector said. "Don't imagine the drowned have a lotta good loot on 'em aside from that one with the axe."
"The drowned may have a few odds and ends we might find value in." Talogan replied. "But ultimately, they're just obstacles that we will have to overcome. The true prize will be with the siren. They are attracted to uniqueness and beauty, so there's a good chance she will be adorned with fine jewelry. That also makes it rather odd that she's controlling a mob of undead, the complete opposite of both those qualities."