Sirenfolk were good—very good.
They were one of the strongest races among the myriad planes, backed by an immensely powerful heritage.
Umdi hurried over with an eager little trot, his face plastered with a flattering smile.
"My lord, I am a Guiding Emissary of the Dranor Plane. You may simply call me Umdi."
The Sirenfolk powerhouse hovered in midair and cast him a lofty glance from above.
"So you're the guide? My clan mentor told me that everything here is arranged by you?"
Umdi nodded at once.
"Yes, yes, exactly! As expected of someone from the Sirenfolk—one of the great races of the higher worlds. You must already know the rules of the Dranor Plane. May I ask how I should address you, my lord?"
The Sirenfolk expert lifted his chin proudly.
"Nujer! Among my generation of the Sirenfolk, I crush all opposition. None can stand against me!"
The smile on Umdi's face deepened even further.
