The siren’s eyes were black and glassy. Very little light reflected off them- more like empty pits than pools of glass.

“Hello,” says the hero chosen by no one “I’m here to help.”

“You’ll drown trying,” warns the siren “but follow me, unwanted one.”

“Welcome to my home friends, associates, cherished enemies.”

“Do you cherish your friends or just your enemies?”

“I adore my friends but i cherish the lessons my enemies teach me, such as the fact that none of them will leave my word choice alone and I’d better improve my vocabulary.”