"I sense we're about to have a visitor." The ghastly voice of Ghostwhisper said in Devotion's Astral Space.
"Is that even possible?" Devotion asked.
"There are lots of things possible that you might not have considered, Devotion. This is just one of many. Now get ready, clear up some space." Ghostwhisper definitely knew something.
With a bright shimmering of purple light, Ysmir appeared in the Astral Space.
"I'm not too late, am I?" Ysmir asked.
"What the fuck? The fox talks?" Ghostwhisper exclaimed. This was the first time it had heard Ysmir speak.
"Says the literal piece of wood." Ysmir simply responded. "I assume I'm not too late for whatever."
"Since when has the summon been able to talk?" Ghostwhisper asked Devotion.
"I have a name."
"Answer me!" Ghostwhisper demanded.
