[ ...the remarks are odd, hinting at something he's not quite privy to. It needles the back of his mind, like a bit of sharp straw caught in the back of one's tunic.
But he can puzzle it over in his own time. They've a task to see through, for the moment. Anduin's attention flickers back to the ghost as his new companion speaks again.
He speaks true, at that. The young king can tell as well that she is not some ravening ghoul, her presence calmer than the others. Mad? Perhaps. Anyone would turn to madness with enough time in this place.
But she is a person, like all the others here. She deserves that same dignity and courtesy, regardless. ]
We seek only that which was placed here and does not belong.
[ His gaze drops briefly to those disturbed tiles at the foot of the bathtub before lifting to meet her eerily blank eyes. ]
no subject
But he can puzzle it over in his own time. They've a task to see through, for the moment. Anduin's attention flickers back to the ghost as his new companion speaks again.
He speaks true, at that. The young king can tell as well that she is not some ravening ghoul, her presence calmer than the others. Mad? Perhaps. Anyone would turn to madness with enough time in this place.
But she is a person, like all the others here. She deserves that same dignity and courtesy, regardless. ]
We seek only that which was placed here and does not belong.
[ His gaze drops briefly to those disturbed tiles at the foot of the bathtub before lifting to meet her eerily blank eyes. ]
May I?