Luneshale Pass fear the reaper

He leered at her over the sapling. Disa cut him a sour look, saw his expression change,  and felt her heart pull at the reins when his rough paw brushed past hers. Do you not sense them?

She did. Sort of. He brought an aura of general unease with him. Disa had no specific ideas about the afterlife, but now  thought she could hear the desperate, grasping souls of those he had condemned to the green.

"Who?" she asked, pinning his paw with her own. Her eyes remained on the work.