by Meliva » Tue Jan 22, 2019 3:32 am
The remaining men nod, a few talking to each other about potentially raiding the main lair for loot, before quickly agreeing that doing so would be too risky. The specters watch them leave, a few floating slowly behind, though doing nothing else. Back at the tavern many of the men begin drinking complaining about the lack of pay. A few of the specters that followed simply float about mindlessly looking around. Some local children even begin trying to prod them with sticks or stones only to meet air, the specters simply ignoring them as they mull about. The bartender goes up to Michael and nods
Well since you lads are back I take it you fixed the local problem. More or less. Given that the masked witch ain't here I take it either she stayed down or something happened.
I'm a meanie head! Beware my Meanness