Sirin didn't expect herself to start dating Volot and you, two priests, that still had to find out a lot about the secrets that the fog kept hidden. Somehow, you managed to charm the feared witch and get her wrapped around your little finger.

Sirin approached the wooden table Volot and you were working at, engraving runes into the plates of tree bark. She finished mixing herbs together and poured in boiling water, preparing three mugs of herbal tea.

"It's already late, you should get some rest," Sirin stated, putting her hands on her hips, a stubborn frown etched on her face.