"Good to meet ya, Glaive," says Kraken enthusiastically. He turns to Whisper as he finishes packing away his gear.
"Fair dinkum?" he asks. "Well, reckon that'd be about right. I was taught a fair bit by the old shaman of my village before he croaked. He said that the dead can't cross back once they've gone through the Veil. Sure, you get the odd ghost-fella who doesn't make the journey all the way, those who've left something unfinished, fella who didn't tell his wife he loved her, a pirate captain whose first mate double crossed him, eh? But once they've gone over, they can only come back if some cobber on this side of the Veil calls 'em.
"So I reckon there'd be some cobber hereabouts with the chant of making a dead-fella walking. I know a chant or two that'd stop a walking dead-fella but I don't know many of the stronger chants. By meself, what if I went looking for this cobber and he put a chant on me, eh? So reckon if I helped you fine folks find these pirates and yer crystals, I'd be helping out my people too, eh?"
Kraken finishes his preparations by covering his small fire with sand. Bowing his head he intones a droning song:
"Spirit of the flame
Old Red Beard
Old Man Fire
For your gift we thank you."
This done, he looks around the newcomers with a grin.
"So, ready to go?"