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"Did they really?" Osprey lifted her eyebrows and cast a suspcious glance over her shoulder, as if the aforementioned ghosts had somehow managed to appear here and now. It would be awkward and unsettling, if they did. "You didn't tell me that either," she nudged her brother's shoulder with her own to show that she was not entirely satisfied to hear these news months after they had been "hot topic". "So Tyrannus is dead then? What happened?" she asked, wanting to hear the story, but not willing to believe it entirely. Ghosts and their messages were tricky to say the least.

"I may have, but what about you making one tale specifically for them?" Osprey offered. She knew that her brother was not that much in to story-telling business, but she would like to see him try. "I could help you out with adding plot twists and evil characters, some unicorns and dragons?"