Before too long, Cora felt the small boat slide across the shore as they reached the beach just outside of Prix. She watched as Wisna pulled herself over the side, the thought of picking up an abandoned oar tempting in her mind. It would be no use though, she was still bound by the legs with the sirens hair and for whatever reason didn't doubt what the old woman said. No matter, she had a plan anyway. A grunt came from the back of the boat as Wisna gave it a small push further on to the shore. Up ahead, Cora could see two large figures making their way towards them, no doubt they were sentries, meant to keep watch on any one daring to pull in to the beat down village. "Are you going to get me out of this tinder you call a boat?" she asked. Wisna just waved a dismissive hand at her.
