Hauk was humbled by the lush district of Ascyllis dedicated to the god Monachus- it almost reminded him of home, with the great tree in the midst of its centre square, massive boughs providing shade over nearly the entire ward.  All around him, it seemed that nature had claimed much of the unused space.  There were various wildflowers scattered about, and at the very base of the tree, a lush ring of vibrant flowers bloomed.  The air here was fresh and plenty, and the loveliest scent wafted throughout the gardens.<br/><br/>Hauk was not there today, however.  He'd been interested in finding the new guild mentioned as an aside among the commoners here.  It would be a stretch to say they were legitimate, but Hauk decided they were at least worth investigation.  He would pay a visit to one of the more popular markets in the city, which was located in the neighbouring Recubo district.  He wasn't fond of the overwhelming odor of fish and iodine, but he was fascinated by the sort of subculture that had developed here.  Back in Aspira, trade was an arranged affair.  Each party involved knew what they were trading, and what they would be receiving in return.  A date was settled, and the trade would then occur.  Here, however, crowds gathered before each vendor, each one attempting to haggle a price until the seller was satisfied.  The street was abuzz with activity, and a myriad of voices emerged from the enthusiastic cloud.<br/><br/>One voice in particular stood out among them.<br/><br/>It was a soft cantor, the singer he identified as female.  Hauk couldn't seem to find the source.  He began walking forward as it gripped him like a fishing hook.  His stupor lead him to a body of water, where sat a young woman on a rock jutting from under the surface.  Somehow, her song was almost impossible to turn away from.  He stopped before the water, at war with himself.  His druidic training warned him of spells such as this one, but he found it difficult to think clearly enough to break away from it.  After this brief hesitation, he took another tentative step forward, and plunged face-first into the pool of seawater.<br/><br/>The cold water was sobering.  Hauk emerged, angrily shaking his wet hair away from his eyes.  His eyes fell upon the girl, now with a clear comprehension, immediately confirming his suspicion.  He drifted to the edge of the pool, unfastening his sheath and laying his weapon on the dry earth.<br/><br/>"Do you always prey upon the unwitting lads?" he questioned her.