Seth

Syryn's clothing was too small for Seth, and Altaire's was too large. In the end, he settled for wearing the senior alchemist's night robe. 

Now comfortably seated, he turned to Syryn and regarded him till the silence became suffocating.

"You bear the mark of Eos and Moira. Let them help you, Syryn. You'll need power from every deity that's willing to come to your aid."

The mage recalled the burning sensation he had felt on his arm. Was that Moira?

"None of this is going to make any sense till I remember everything," Syryn replied. "Do you know who it is that's been talking to me?"

"Yeah, I know that bitch and a few others who have been sent to muddle your senses and kill you. She's the reason the voice in your head is gone."

"Who-" Syryn felt a warm drop of blood flow down his nose. A bout of dizziness hit him but when Seth snapped his fingers, the world righted itself.