Re: The Training Grounds 2 (IC Challenge Thread)
A spectral, translucent image of a young man walks over, ghostly ale in hand, and positions himself on a nearby chair, his form appearing to float on the chair's surface rather than pressing down on it. "I'd offer to get you a drink myself," he tells Bethany apologetically, "but my corporeal bits are still over yonder, in the River Crossroads."