Barrow Fields it's brains without hearts have set saint against sinner

they still aren't understanding each other. she makes a frustrated noise, ready to give up and go find furi now that the novelty/fear of talking to a ghost has worn off, but then the spectre makes a move in drageda's direction.

"uh," she says, frowning slightly. he stops moving and she steps forward, bristling just slightly. "you're not gonna go that way, are you?" of course he won't understand her but she's gonna keep talking anyway, she can't help it. with her and furi out of the borders, drageda is gona-less - and yeah, sure, artaax is there and he's perfectly capable as is, more importantly, dio and eske and, hell, nomi, but that doesn't mean blix likes the idea of sending this weird ghost-man to her home when she isn't there to monitor him or it. "look," she tries, circling around so that she can stand in front of him, in the way of his path, "why don't you go that way, yeah?" with her slim snout the redhead points further south down the coast, hoping to get him to change course without much fuss.