"I know some information about it, but I don't need ink. I want to exchange this creature's information..." As Lucien was scanning his surroundings, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly emanated from a corner of the underground chamber.
The owner of the voice appeared ghostly, slowly "drifting" from the corner to not far in front of Lucien, shrouded in a layer of ashen deathly mist, with only a pair of lantern-like eyes emitting a ghastly green glow.
"Shall we exchange information here, or step aside?" Lucien asked, looking at the player who seemed to be composed of a "soul body," his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Here is fine," the ghostly player said, his voice sharp and hoarse, like the grating sound of fingernails scraping across paper. He glanced at Lucien and then started to divulge some intelligence about the Chaos Goblins on his own.
