( He keeps moving towards the outskirts of this ceremonial beach, an eye turned towards the open, empty boats and the waters. He felt less drawn to them now, inclining him to believe the feeling originated with the boats — thought provoking. Compulsions might be placed on the living or the dead. )

Hm? Here? No, no, we move from beacon to beacon, managing to send a number home each time before the beacon fails again. So much energy, they're reliable in short bursts. We've only just come here in recent weeks, the last place was a fortress called Alem.

( Glancing back to the young man, he smiles. Lifts his hand and gestures out towards the waters. )

Took a transport called a train and then boats to get us here, with time disturbed, which is unique to this place. We haven't seen the version of restless dead who doubtlessly are here. Everywhere we stay has one or more version.

( Cheery in his matter of factness over that truth. How quaint! So many different dead to contend with. )