Bearclaw Valley drowning

More questions, always more questions. Mortals were so interesting with all of their questions, and the pale ghost felt no desire to answer them. This time, she humoured him. Perhaps because she knew that he would expect only riddles in answer to his next question, and instead she granted him an answer to his questions: When you are ready. She presumed that her counterpart would come, too — of course she would come, would she honestly miss a good blood sport? — though who else mattered little to her. Perhaps let the little worms that she was in care of come, too, to see the world bathed in Sithis' glory.