Siren?s Song

Were the politics of the village not enough to have a simple fisher like I restless, it turns out I can no longer even have a good night?s sleep. I am not sure what guided these foul slithering creatures from the depths of the water, but they sure love making themselves known.

There is a ruined night elven settlement not far from here. You should be able to see it from here, from the shore. It used to be called Nendis, though I suppose we still call it so, but ruined? Regardless. Too much to think about.

The song of their siren is making me restless. Each night they sing whenever Mu?sha is shining brightest in the sky. It is a mournful song, as one would sing to an estranged parent. While I find some sympathy in my heart, make it stop. I do not care if it?s by cutting their tongues or their heads. Do it, and I will reward you.

My eyes are growing weary.

So you managed to cull some of their numbers. Well, better than nothing. Worst comes to shove, I will just shove some silk in my ears..