Blackfeather Woods spirits take me

Legs seemed alarmed about the theft, even though there was nothing to be alarmed about now. It happened and then the spirit had stopped it. Thief. That was all she said to answer that question, with a solemn nod.

Legs mentioned they were here to stay, and the spirit nodded. She was unclear why Legs mentioned a Ramsay, though the description reminded her of someone. Maybe. Then, seemingly sudden, her eyes glossed over for a few seconds. Afterwards she looked at Legs with a deadpan look in her eyes. I must go.