Phantom Hollow you can run

Atka busied herself chewing the weeds into a poultice as he spoke.

❝Hm,❞ She responded, muffled by the mouthful of herbs.

Do you believe in ghosts?

❝I haven't had any experiences to lead me to believe that.❞ Atka coolly said, she cleaned the wounds with the wet moss the best she could. ❝I knew a very wise woman who did though, and I was raised with many stories of them.❞

Discarding the bloody moss she spread the poultice onto the wound.

❝This might sting.❞

Atka sighed and pulled away, still frowning over the stranger's beaten body. After her prolonged stare she applied more cobwebs over the dressing.

❝It definitely seems like a punishment of some sort. If you're on your own what makes you think picking fights is very smart? Do you belong to pack?❞