This woman was persistent.  He couldn't trust her just yet, however.  Hauk couldn't stop her if he wanted to.  One of the most governing rules in druidry was that he could not kill any living creature, even a faerie.  It was a simple matter to “unbind” a creature, literally shredding their composition to fleshy ribbons with magic, but should he ever perform such a gruesome deed on one of Monachus's precious living things, he would instantly be unbound himself.  Of course, the undead were free game.<br/><br/>That said, even though he wouldn't be able to harm her in any way, a druid still had his defences, and iron was his best friend.  There was a reason his sword was made of the stuff.  Iron was the defining counter to faerie magic.  It worked most of the time, anyway.  It wouldn't stop a god from exacting a holy smite on him, for example, but against a siren, it might work.<br/><br/>He bound the iron sword to his aura, and as long as he could manage to uphold it, her song would be just that- a song.  It wouldn't stop her from manipulating him as any woman normally does, however.  Her adorable pleas were intoxicatingly cute.  He busied his mind thinking of anything else- like boats.  Boats would do.<br/><br/>“Very well,” he relented, “But don't bother trying anything.”  His warning sounded half-hearted.  Truthfully, even if there weren't restrictions to his magic, he wouldn't want to harm her anyhow.  Sirens were definitely not the worst sort of faerie one could encounter.  Phagi, for example, were repulsive little things that would swarm a man and eat him alive.  He hoped he would never encounter those.<br/><br/>“Truthfully, I'm not certain where I'm going to end up.  I'm searching for a guild.  Well, a specific one, in particular.  I don't think it even has a name.  I've heard some rumours...” he trailed off, something occurring to him.  “You have a name, don't you siren?”