God, that song was so corny. But at least it let Jykil know where to go. Sirens of myth used their song to lure others toward danger, but this song seemed different. It seemed almost . . . almost like a warning. Jykil's scale armor was in his pack, and before continuing to move any further the Dragonborn decided to stop and suit up. The armor would've been horrendously uncomfortable for studying in, but if there was going to be trouble he would want to be fully equipped.
Through the cold winds of the night Jykil advanced, the voice growing louder and louder as he approached the source. He turned to the merfolk, curious.
"Are you feeling ominous too, or is it just me?"