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"Interesting - yeah, right," Dwin did not agree. "Having friendly ghosts to hang out with is one thing. Having a horde of ghosts that are haunting you for eternity is not fun at all. They will blame me for their untimely death. And - what if they continue to haunt me after I die?" she asked. "What if they prevent me from passing over? Say - they yank my soul back to this world!" here was an idea for a story. Except the young Blackthorn did not have the skill yet to weave a tale out of ideas, which she had plentiful. 

"Do you always tell such compliments to girls? What was it - dead seal, a gnome - now a failed fish?" Dwin chuckled. " I heard that you are supposed to say nice things to girls. Do you have a girlfriend?" she had heard that it was such a thing, when people got older. Couldn't say that she had any interest in that yet, but she already viewed Val as an older, wiser brother. "Well, I am not in a hurry to run off just yet..." she did not understand, what had prompted him to assume that she was about to run off and leave just yet. "What will happen at night?" she asked.