[It’s amazing how easy it seemed to be to run into people around a place even as huge as this castle. Enough rooms and corridors to get lost in, and yet somehow there were decent chances of bumping into another Shard-bearer around any of these corners. Considering how fraught this situation is turning out to be, Vander is sure as hell glad to see this Shard-bearer in particular right now.

Well, Amos, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes here.

Vander is pressed against an adjacent pillar, taking advantage of the breathing room it appears to provide, one fist clenched at his side, the other adorned by an old, familiar iron gauntlet. He casts an appraising glance Amos’s way, a brief flash of relief plain on his face for just a moment, and he nods.]

Don’t have a lot of wiggle room unless we can get her to stop singing.

[Which, considering the hostile vibes here, he doesn’t expect it to be a pleasant affair. He did not appreciate the sensation of being frozen in place during that moment the siren’s song had held him in thrall. Is that what the locals have been feeling all this time?]

If we can juggle her attention, maybe we can give each other a leg up here.