Talogan pondered to himself as the crew discussed the possible foes they would potentially encounter on the wreck. Any sort of hag controlling the drowned would be a more likely possibility than a siren. Hags were known for seeing beauty where others saw only abomination. Perhaps the singing that the first scouting party heard was some sort of weird magic the hag used to command the mob. Talogan hoped they would only need to deal with one hag if that was the case. If he recalled correctly, trios of hags would sometimes band together and form covens which made them even more dangerous and gives them access powerful magics they wouldn't normally have by themselves. The sound of the sea pulled Talogan from his thoughts. "It seems we will be out of the forest soon." Talogan commented.
"Wow, we're moving fast captain!" Hector said in amazement.
"Indeed we are." Talogan replied. "Likely due to us having Mr. Balannor at the head of our number."