Wheeling Gull Isle its laugh broke into a thousand pieces

He found himself...disappointed that the woman who had been following him was not the wraith. He frowned at her, unsure who she was exactly. He didn't recognize her at all. You're not the person I'm worried about, He turned to her, measuring her up compared to him. Was she another one of the wraith's creatures? Perhaps not. If the male was anything to go by, the wraith preferred small, lithe dark creatures such as herself. But if you did I would not hesitate to kill you. As he spoke his attention was split between the woman before him and their surroundings. He could not be careless when someone was on his trail.

But despite it all, there was a larger question at hand. Why were you following me in the first place?