There was no need for the ghost to nod, he had long agreed to the price of his everlasting life. Even though he knew the finality of his slumber was his awakening, he did not expect Arthur to get involved in Milda's past as well.
When it came to heritage, the newfound king had proved more than once to be the last to claim anything.
"Then rest well Arthur, tomorrow won't ever go easy on you." Scorn replied with a slight smile.
He was ready to give up his everlasting knowledge, ready to learn about the strength he could use in the future and exploit it better. Not a second would he hesitate to advise the youngling who had yet to cast a proper spell.
There was something off in the gigantic bedroom. There was plenty of space for the ghost to trot and the best furniture of the kingdom to dress the walls, alas, it lacked the warmth, the little something Arthur had found back at Fedlimid's inn.
