[ Sometimes this shit needs a beer, but yes. He should have insisted they have this conversation over tea. Oh dear. ]

The first few days, with those damn Milk Tooth Babes, was unpleasant. I fear I made quite the mess in the cottage, trying to fight them until I accepted that I couldn't do anything about their presence.

It helped that I also figured out they weren't going to kill me upon contact.

Well, there were the dead in the water but, those I could fight and drive back.

[ There had been a whole different level of trauma with what they kept showing him. His parents, and the guilt of being told over and over how he failed to help. That definitely was a conversation to be had over tea; if ever. ]

It has been an 'adjustment', as has learning that for many people ghosts are an inconvenience, but not the immediate threat I'm used to seeing them as.

Magic. There is something that I am struggling with. The only magic in my world involves the unnatural practices of necromancers and the occult.

The magic here, that I've seen and heard about, is way beyond my understanding, or even my imagination. I'm feeling more than a little lost in it all.