Lake Rodney a spirit walk

Huh? Death songs? Dancing lights? All of this was entirely new to Dwin. Her perception of death was pretty straightforward. Old people died (she was young and felt invincible and not applicable to the death's recruiting call yet) and then their spirits went in an afterlife. Or if they chose to, they roamed the world as ghosts. And they usually did not mind being called by name now and then, because those in paradise did not hear it and care for it and those on the ground - well - she had yet to meet one to find out. And you could not scare any Blackthorn in not even attempting to call back one of the dead. Especially, if an evil spirit was involved. Where was one in having a good old sweet natured ghost, if you could have a brawl with a vengeful one.

Instead of drowning this young fellow in her opinions and takes on the subject as she was prone to do, she as a descendant of a long line of storytellers, caught a whiff of a very good story. If she managed to ask the right questions and the man was willing to share. "What are these Death songs you sing for your beloved that have passed away? Do you come up with a new one for each or is there the same one for all?" she asked first and then gave Arrluk plenty of time to reply. "What are the Dancing lights? A world, where the spirits live?"