Herbalists' Cache ghosts

Swordfish answered the summon with a lazy howl of his own. And then he set out to track down where Lestan had called from. His lean figure cut a sharp shape as he trekked across the land. The sea blue of his eyes scanned for the familiar dark coat of his friend- if that was what he could call Lestan. 

As he saw the other man just ahead, he chuffed. 

Yer alright? he asked in a drawling voice, approaching boldly to investigate the scent of the Mayfair's coat.