"There, he drank it all. Can we leave now? As nice as it was to be here, I don't think we should stay longer. You probably have other guests waiting."

Hopefully not too many. For this city to have no spirits of ghosts for so long and then suddenly manifest this many, and not just wisps either but fully formed spirits who can communicate, is a bit of a mystery.

Something changed, somehow, to make that happen.

"Let's go."

The ghosts have, thankfully, stopped attempting to stab him with cutlery, but there is still a small wound in his side, his white robes stained red.