"Be gone spirit!" I had sliced my hand on my sword and threw the blood on the ghost of the old lady, she howled and dissappeared taking with her the noise and creepyness.
"What was that?"
"Oh a little trick I learned years ago."
"Not the blood magic you idiot, the ghost." Captain Therod ever the nice lady.
"I don't know, clearly she's becoming more aggressive, manifesting and moving objects, but I've never seen one so free? She may not be a ghost, or even a she." By free I mean able to move from building to building, I assumed the ghost that had appeared had been the one that murdered someone and left them in Nidget's house.
"How do we stop it?" Therod always seeking a solution without quite understanding the problem.
"I don't know, what I did was kind of piss it off, but it'll be back, or already is back, how far have you gotten reports about activity?"
"Really just this district and the slums, no where else." This is what we call a hint as to where the ghost was coming from folks, thankfully I never listen to hints.
"Well we might have to trap it in this district."
"Isn't it already trapped in this district idiot?"
"Your anger is understandable Captain, but please I have some books to read and some things to plan for, now if you'll excuse me." She gave me a look of well hatred and then left in a huff. I had to plan, because if there's one thing I'm really good at, its planning! This entire journal is vast proof of this!
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