The spirit seemed intelligent enough, so I figured it was best to at least have a talk before I started pummeling the air or something.
"This is my house- leave! What did I ever do to you!" Well, she certainly knew how to say stuff other than 'leave' that was for sure. "Leave before I shred you to pieces!"
And she certainly wasn't in the best of moods either.
Oh? "I mean, you just summoned an army of undead to attack us and-"
"No, they were here to attack me!"
Oh!
That did make sense and not much sense at the same time.
No wonder the undead didn't even pay attention to us. But at the same time that was odd-
"Which makes me wonder. Why would undead go after one of their own?"
"I'm not an undead!"
The girl in front of me was clearly a spirit. Long ears, floating body, kind of whiteish clothes with black threads, and that aura of death. Perhaps she was a druid in her previous life but she was certainly dead.
And she was awfully loud.
However- she was partially right.
