When you entered the spirit world that day, you had an idea of what you were looking for. You fended off the spirits that swarmed around you as you pressed deeper into the realm.
The world was hazy and indistinct, and you found it nearly impossible to focus and concentrate on anything in particular. Everything there was gray, diffuse, like a twisted parody of the physical world, as seen through frosted glass.
You found the spirit you sought in a deep ditch at the bottom of a ravine, in a place seeming forever shrouded in mist and rain.
The warrior spirit is something of an enigma. You might think it ought to be able to tell you something about its past, but as far as you can tell, this creature is unable to communicate in any coherent way.
Still, merely being in its presence, feeling it suffuse your mind, improves your fighting prowess.
And what sort of jobs have you done since your recent arrival here in the city?