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It was very dark where Noiryn was. Travelling through the hatch she had entered an entirely different part of the ocean, definitely much deeper, weak bands of sunlight did their best to penetrate the gloom. Noiryn bobbed in the water suspended, her third eye moving one way, her head the other, taking in her surroundings. She turned in a circle, and we moved with her; the iron wall was nowhere to be seen. Something in the distance glinted, something bright and shiny, glowed purple, yellow, green, then red, the various colours of the different sirens in the room.
Noiryn swam towards the flashing bright object, it was impossible to tell how far away it was, not just because of the way the water distorted things, but also because we were now in deep Traveller magic. The sirens were powerf
