The Sentinels no business but gold

lionel's eyes fair bulged out of his head; he stared unspeakingly at wraen's clarification. and now, if he had not been suspicious before, he certainly was now. there was no body of water close at hand, none lionel could remember. but if she was not a selkie, perhaps she was another of these monsters their conversation had just focused on.
"what is the ghost season?" the stag asked anxiously, becoming more unraveled the longer he spent in her presence. it sound. an unholy thing. and if she was not one of those cryptids, perhaps she only communed with them. "h-how do you know so much about these uh, individuals?"