goatunit
Explorer
"Oh, well hi there," Eurid says to the white glove that reaches out to him. "Reckon that's our ghost again, oi?"
He shakes the hand, glancing around in the air ahead for other signs of the spirit. When Shard distracts him with news of the rabble, he turns to have a look himself.
"Xaosmen, I wager. Or mayhap just a dogpack o' scraggers."
He thinks a moment, still shaking the near-incorporeal gloved hand.
"Oi, ghost," he says softly, elbowing the air at his side as though nudging an old friend. "See them berks there, looking to ambush us poor poxied bubbers? Howsabout you make with the spooky bit and clear a path, yeah?"
He shakes the hand, glancing around in the air ahead for other signs of the spirit. When Shard distracts him with news of the rabble, he turns to have a look himself.
"Xaosmen, I wager. Or mayhap just a dogpack o' scraggers."
He thinks a moment, still shaking the near-incorporeal gloved hand.
"Oi, ghost," he says softly, elbowing the air at his side as though nudging an old friend. "See them berks there, looking to ambush us poor poxied bubbers? Howsabout you make with the spooky bit and clear a path, yeah?"