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.”

“Be on your guard,” says the witch to an ecstatic vampire “Once we join the werewolf pack it will be safe to relax, but for now we must stay sharp.”

“What are you talking about? We’re on a beach!” the vampire laughs “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve been out to the sea.”

“We’re not here to have fun- I have to trade with the merfolk pod. They are… perhaps the opposite of werewolves. I need you to be ready. Only afterwords can we play.”