Neverwinter Forest What the feck

Ganon was forcing himself deep into thought, concentrating as best as he could in order to escape the dark tendrils for today. He was not yet finished with the incantation when it was broken. He jolted, his body stiffening, tense — memories of the Melonii who had ambushed him in Phantom Hollow. He would not be caught off guard again. What? He snapped. He blinked down at the young woman — that familiar ghost from the Woods. What the hell? He didn't let his guard down — startled by the aperition that he had assumed was a spirit, bound to the Woods. It seemed not. Why are you here? He looked down at the stone that had clattered at her feet, his eyes widening.