"Welcome to Samorito!" The clerk looked about ten, his voice was high and squeaky. The hotel itself looked fairly decent for a hotel next to the ocean which generally meant people came for the view and not the accommodations (well they used to I was still getting used to all this modern stuff everyone else just accepted). I don't know why the clerk at the hotel was welcoming me, it wasn't he first building I'd come across since getting off the train, it wasn't even the first person I'd seen in town, but here he was welcoming me in because I guess I needed it? Look I'm terrible with social stuff.
"You have my room ready for me, Lorentino, I paid for a large suite." The modern convenience of being able to call up a place a few days out and tell them you are coming is one of my favorite things about modern times, it almost makes me look past all the horrible things I hate about it. And yes I don't stay in shitty rooms, nor do I ride in coach on a train. I've got the money I enjoy myself even if I don't enjoy myself going out and doing things. If that makes any sense. The young man got a key off the wall and showed me up to the room. It was fairly large with a nice wooden desk and all the proper modern amenities (electricity, running water, even a phone!) I put my bags away, and made sure to properly secure the room (some sigils, some wards, stocking booze, the booze was the important part) and then went out to see my client.
It had been six months since I saved the world again (look stopping Morley's spy is saving the world, trust me on this!) and word of my amazingness had spread to even quaint east coast coastal towns! So much so that the mayor had called me in personally to deal with a magical situation. Ordinarily I'd figure this was a trap and the town was some horrible horror, but since I was now bonafide I knew for sure it was probably a trap and the town was some horrible horror! See I'm improving, instead of suspecting something was off, I knew something was off! But since it was a coastal town and the summer I figured hey might as well enjoy it before the wheels come off and everyone in town was shown to be a spider person (it could happen, I believe it has happened already!)
The Mayor's office was a small building near the docks, it had one polite secretary named Doris, and a room with the mayor that just had "Mayor" as a name plate. Being an elected official I guess they turned over often enough they didn't feel the need to actually put a name under the mayor's door. The Mayor was a large man named Jonesy Boggs. He just screamed small town bureaucrat from the moment I met him in his what felt way too small office, even if it did have a nice view of the docks, I could even see a light house to the left, picturesque.
"Thank the gods you could get here Mr. Lorentino, we have a problem."
"Thanks for inviting me Mr. Mayor, how can Trezlan Lorentino help you today?" I was again expecting trap, but Boggs earnest speech was very inviting, so even more certainly a trap.
"Ghosts Mr. Lorentino, we have a huge problem with Ghosts." And thus began well not a trap in the traditional sense, but you know it still could be a trap, I always suspect trap even years after the events proved it wasn't a trap at all. I'm crafty like that.
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