Dawnlark Plains wanted: big bad wolf

Instead of a boss on a rock, Sam found a ghost.  A tiny slip of a thing that had looked like a patch of stubborn snow at first, but was now staring at him with big, cloudy eyes. She must have haunted the place for so long that her body had started to take fashion tips from the landscape.

What a painfully dull place to spend your afterlife, Sam thought, and decided to say so. "I'm sorry you didn't die somewhere more exciting." Did she spend her time saying 'boo' to voles? What was the point? Those guys were fearless.

"Did you need like.. help? Moving on?" Sam asked, taking a few tentative steps toward the apparition. It surprised him a little that he was taking the whole 'ghosts are real' thing so well. It just... didn’t seem that crazy. That a soul with shit left to do would linger after death had called it home. 100% completion or nah.