Engagement Dinner

Finally, I spotted the groom-to-be across the lavish banquet hall—Black Wolf Baker, his usual fiery spirit snuffed out. He wore an elegant sea-blue tunic embroidered with silver waves, its fabric clinging gently to his frame as he sat stiffly at the main table, eyes glassy and blank, as if his soul had been hollowed out. The siren Aurora, resplendent in a gown woven from iridescent sea silk, wore a pearl crown atop her silver tresses, each gem glinting like captured moonlight. She sat beside him with a triumphant, simpering smile, her hand resting possessively on his arm, relishing the stares of the gathered sea creatures and nobles. He must be poisoned! I thought to myself, my heart sinking as I studied his vacant expression. The kraken and sirens have long wielded the ability to confuse humans with their songs, but they’ve also honed countless potent potions to twist minds and shackle free will. It was plain to see from Black Wolf Baker’s catatonic state: when he’d learned Aurora int