Part 2

Six months after Sirene's death, a meeting was being held in the Inn. Vordea, Agbus, Vaust, Sargon, and surprisingly enough Zalas too, were present.

"Is she still out there?" Sargon asked.

Vaust nodded. "She hasn't moved in six months. If I didn't know better, I'd say she's in mourning."

"I visited her once. She seemed okay... for Eigengrau." Vordea said, laying in one of the lounge chairs. "She didn't even acknowledge me. I think she's having a debate."

"A debate? With who?" Agbus asked. "Wait, don't tell me..."

"Herself. Eigengrau the Goddess and Sirene the Mortal are having a screaming match inside her head." Vordea answered. "Like when I talk with my tentacles."

"Should we do anything for her?" Zalas said. "She's been standing out there in the snow, in the rain, the poor girl."

"Until the deadlock is resolved I don't think we can even move her, Zalas." Vordea replied, shaking her head.

"Has her continued presence caused any problems for you, Vaust?" Agbus asked, holding his hands inside the sleeves of his robes.

"Sirene was smart to have a public death, Agbus. Her funeral was the most well attended event I've ever had, and Eigengrau's statue impersonation in the graveyard is being attributed to it." Vaust answered, polishing off another beer. "Still, when Eigengrau eventually does wake up, we need to be ready."

"Ready for what?" Eigengrau asked, walking through the front door.

Eigengrau looked like a mix between Sirene and Eigengrau, with dark grey robes, short raven black hair, but normal eyes instead of black globes. She was still leaving frost where she walked, but she was wearing shoes.

"Done thinking?" Vordea asked with a smirk.

"Not yet. But a compromise was reached."

The meeting resumed with Eigengrau present for the first time in six months, and lasted the rest of the night.