Areon approached the Chomping Tales, a well known pub in town, before his best and bodyguard Alexios could stop him, the pub was full of drunks and beautiful ladies that sold their beauty for a penny or two. Areon sat down at a table and looked around in contentment before he heard a soft voice, so soft it could soothe the fiercest of dragons, a voice like a melody, the voice of a siren that lured you towards the danger of the dangerous waters, for some reason, he had never heard this voice before, it was unknown to him.