Part 1

"Yurn, I need to speak with you before you leave." Sirene said to the Templar, after he had returned from Gustav's Workshop. "It's about who you encountered there."

"The stitched woman? She seemed paranoid but harmless." Yurn answered.

"Not here. Come, to my personal room." Sirene said, shaking her head. She took Yurn's hand and led him to the end of the hall upstairs.

"This is just a dead end, Sirene. This some kind of game?"

"Tik." Sirene responded. The world around them turned gray and froze in place. The dead end of the hallway shimmered and became a door that creaked open, revealing a magnificent room full of luxuries of every kind. As they passed the threshold, another voice could be heard.

"Tok."

Yurn turned to see who spoke it, but found the door was gone, replaced by a solid wall.

"What just happened?" Yurn asked, turning back to Sirene.

Sirene smiled. "We're in a pocket dimension at the moment Yurn. This is a long story I need to tell you. Please, have a seat." Sirene motioned to the 2 large chairs at a table. Yurn sighed and took a seat.

"I don't suppose I have a choice. So, what is this about?"

"First, Yurn. How much do you know about me?" Sirene asked, leaning back in the chair. "My age, where I came from, anything?"

Yurn sat and thought for a minute. “I must confess beyond your title, The Reaper Mage, and your fame and or infamy, I don’t know anything about you at all.” Yurn admitted with a sigh.

”We’ll start with the easy ones, then. How old do you think I am? Any guess is a good one, so go on then.” Sirene asked him, smiling.

”I heard tales of you from my grandfather, so no less than 500 years old.”