Prince Callisto Regis of Saria looks into the murky waters, his brows creased with worry. "Well, is the siren gone?" Soren Helena, prince of Uria asks, an impatient look on his face, his white hair whips into his light pink eyes thanks to the harsh winds. "No, it's still here, and after it's done picking off our men, us three and the other princes will most likely be next." Prince Alfonso Galdos of Wenria answers him, his blue eyes dark with apprehension.