Neverwinter Forest follow the beat of another conundrum

When it came to the supernatural, Mordecai had never been accosted by them. He had no idea what to make of them, had no real point on a compass as to say whether or not they did or did not exist. But he was open about the idea, because after all, just because he couldn't see it didn't mean that someone else couldn't. Yet in truth the only wolves he had ever encountered that claimed to see spirits from another realm beyond their own had been less than stable. The bits and pieces of the loa that Lecter had explained to him had made much more sense than ethereal beings haunting vistas.

As the chilling call of the fox rang out through the thick forest, Mordecai tried to decipher it's call. It was hard to say if it had come out of pain or just to make sound; for all he knew, it could have been the call of a mother summoning her young. Foxes, for what few he had seen scattered in the Wilds, were elusive in spite of ther vibrant, bright pelts. His experiences with them overall were far and few between, and probably for good reason. Letting Osprey finish her talk of otherworldly beings, Mordecai allowed his attention to settle back on her sterling face.

“I can't say that I have heard of those,” he said, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. “I've never encountered ghosts, to be honest. But to answer your question, the loa are the little ghosts, or beings, that live in everything. Or are supposed to live in everything. I don't know much about them either, I was told by another of them.” He left out that Lecter had a religion of sorts that surrounded them too, because he really didn't know anything of what the shaman had done. For all intensive purposes, Mordecai was not a very pious believer.