"I still fail to see how this involves me." Nidget well to an extent, we were locked in a museum with murderous spirits and would not be let out until we solved the issue, but hey freedom!
"Your dumb family stole the object that got this whole place haunted to begin with." The museum was large, really large. And full of random artifacts, all of which could have been the cause of the horrific hauntings (people had been murdered already, their gory remnants were our welcome to being locked inside the huge building, it was also the first time I cursed the stupidity of having agreed to such a deal so readily).
"You can't prove any of that."
"True Nidget, but I got us out of prison I think you should at least be thankful for my gods damned resourcefullness."
"Thank you Trezlan for getting us out of one situation and tossing us into a new one with murderous ghosts."
"Sarcasm noted, but I don't care because I can handle ghosts, ghosts are something I do well." They are seriously what I'm really good at, and not just because I've killed a ton of people and have dealt with ghosts as a matter of course of my everyday life.
"Haven't you almost died to ghosts several times? And we don't even know if this is ghosts, could be something else."
"Don't harsh my happiness Nidget."
"You keep saying that Trezlan, I don't think the phrase is taking off." It was true harsh my happiness was my attempt at adding to the world around me, and the world as it so often does to prophets completely rejected it!
"Don't harsh my..." My sarcastic reply was interrupted by an ungodly scream and the entire museum being bathed in an ugly red light.
"Trezlan I think we may have run across what killed the last group of guys."
"Well either that or some really terribly inopportune lighting combined with the worst grandfather clock in the world." It was not bad lighting and the worst grandfather clock in the world.
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