I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Immediately the wrangler gives his head a little shake. "She's been gone a while now, but thanks." He says with another of those little shrugs. Then again, what else was someone s'posed to say when you told them your ma was dead, no matter how long gone she was?
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Morgen pushes up the brim of his hat with one finger and nods his head towards where the Mourn became more heavily dotted with tombs. 'Well, there's the daemon. They're like ghosts of companions that just...kinda lurk. Don't usually cause too much fuss. It's the enera and the villi y'gotta worry about." He adds with a sigh. "The enera are like the bitchy older siblings of a banshee, if you'd pardon my language. They're rare enough, but pray you never see one.
The villi are a sad sort of thing. Mostly the ghosts of those with unrequited love or suicides or whatnot. They call out for help and then take their sadness out on whoever comes to their aid."
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Morgen pushes up the brim of his hat with one finger and nods his head towards where the Mourn became more heavily dotted with tombs. 'Well, there's the daemon. They're like ghosts of companions that just...kinda lurk. Don't usually cause too much fuss. It's the enera and the villi y'gotta worry about." He adds with a sigh. "The enera are like the bitchy older siblings of a banshee, if you'd pardon my language. They're rare enough, but pray you never see one.
The villi are a sad sort of thing. Mostly the ghosts of those with unrequited love or suicides or whatnot. They call out for help and then take their sadness out on whoever comes to their aid."
