"Ghosts and Ghouls"- urGoh, gelfling
“This forest is haunted,” a gelfling whispers to urGoh one night around the Resistance’s campfire. The one beside her- urGoh hasn’t quite learned their names yet, they only arrived this morning- elbows her in the ribs.
“Not this again,” he groans, eyes rolling. “We’re not childlings anymore, I thought you’d grow out of believing that stuff.”
“But I saw it!” she insists, waving around her spoon as though she’s forgotten the bowl of stew in her lap. “Just this….shape between the trees, sniffing around like it was...looking for something.” She lets her spoon fall, drops to a hissing whisper. “I looked away and then it was gone when I looked back, but….I swear, there was something there.”
“Those rumors were about the Hunter,” a voice urGoh knows interjects- Rian, sounding tired. “And we watched him die.” He already looks so much older than the eager young warrior who had walked in their door only a few trine earlier. “We have enough to fear without stories. Get some sleep.”
He walks away, but the first gelfling does not look convinced. “Well, I know that,” she murmurs. “But isn’t that what haunted means?”
UrGoh, who has at times seen the barest shimmer of a familiar figure perched on the ledge outside his former home, says nothing.