"Really?" She asked, still curious as ever, "What brought you here, then? Was it a girl?" She felt a little pang of jealousy, even though she'd barely known the man more than an hour. It was that way with her - once she began to trust another, she was quick to form attachments. She already knew that if she needed to, she'd protect him, some way or another. Not that there was anything to suggest that was going to happen.
Reevahn didn't see the men approaching from behind her. She didn't even hear them. There were three of them. One marched straight up behind Pheonix, and crouched with a dagger held against his throat. Another came and grabbed at Reevahn's hair. She let out a frightened yelp, and her hands came up to struggled against the pull against her scalp. The third man came to bob down in front of her. "Well well well, boys. Looky here." He grinned an almost toothless smile, and the siren recoiled from the stench of his foul breath. "Vaaron, you ever seen markings like this before?"
The man who had her hair, Vaaron, apparently, jerked Reevahn's head back, and peered down at the bubble-tattoos under her eye. "I reckon I 'ave, Barker. I seen 'em once on a siren. Pretty things, them sirens."
"Yeah," piped up the other man, his voice high and squeaky, "I seen a siren once. Made good money in a brothel, she did." Barker's grin only widened.
"Let's see if we can fetch us a pretty price for her then, shall we?" He cast a lazy glance at Pheonix, and then up to the man behind him. "Knock 'im out, Thatch. I don't need him."
