Bearclaw Valley Single file, like soldiers on a mission.

It did seem to get a response of sorts. He seemed interested in the spirits, and another might have tried to foster that interest. The ghost, though, she did not care truly. It was not her duty to bring Sithis followers, no! Some heard his calls and some did not. It was a matter of how you were born. She pitied and envied those who were born without such gifts, depending on the day she was having.

And he? He was talentless, it was clear.

Did it mean he could never serve? No, of course not. But she did not feel it her task to explain to him the intricacies of that.

Perhaps he would learn, if he would spend more time listening. There were many mysteries in this world and that of the spirits even for her.

Ah... If one asks such a question, one will never know, she said as she looked at him and shook her head. Perhaps he could learn, but coddling him about it would do no good; if it was meant to be, he would figure out a way himself.

Besides, she was not here to educate him. At least not in the traditional sense.