Chpt 1.4a - Jzadirune
"Ghosts..."
He know some things of ghosts. The forest is full of them and usually they are not agressive. Their laments and whispers can be heard on any given night in the woods as a relentless reminder of the violence and grief that born them. Some he recognize as mourning elves, others as fey creatures slain while their homes were invaded. Others souls, finally, are warped beyond any recognition. He never had to fight a ghost. Not that he would want to. He had always kept his distance from these apparitions and give them a wide berth as soon as he spotted one. There was no telling what a soul tortured by grief could do or how it would react to the living. Best not to risk it.
Marik lower his sword.
"I'll... Rani and me will go check the balconies. She doesn't like ghosts too much...I'll leave you to deal with them. Who knows...maybe they'll tell you where the children are kept..." says Marik, not without some sarcasm, as he guide Rani out of the room and into the stairs.