As your party begins to partake in the feast, you decide to thank Captain Moor for not banishing Furia Storm.
 
Captain Moor: “Banish her? Now, that’s no way to treat a hero! What makes you think I would do such a thing?”
 
You glance over to the siren. She doesn’t seem enthusiastic about it, but gestures for you to go on nonetheless. And so, you recount the story of the three sirens to the captain, along with what you know of your friend’s past.
 
Captain Moor: “Celestia’s sun blind me, tales of sirens are no younger than hundreds of years old! If you were prisoner of that cave for so long, then it’s no wonder you seem all at sea.
 
Ah, but knowing this, I suppose our little humour wasn’t in the best of taste after all. My sincerest apologies, Furia Storm. I hope that you can forgive us, and know that you and your kind will always be welcome here.”
 
Furia Storm: “It’s fine, whatever. You ponies aren’t what you used to be. I get it.”
 
Coast cadet: “Yeah! I can’t believe anypony would attack other creatures like that. It’s just not right.”
 
Coast scout: “But wait, didn’t you say something about the Philosopher’s Stone? If that’s true, then there might be more to this than you think. You should ask our historian about it. Knowing her, she’s probably telling stories at a campfire somewhere around here.”
 
You feel stuffed. Phew!
 
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