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    Joshua would have a little time to acquaint himself with his new pokemon if he was interested in doing so. There was about two hours of time that he had for himself before a bloodcurdling scream emerged from down the road, not far from where he was. He could either follow or chose to ignore it and go on another road.

    If he followed, Joshua would find signs of a disturbance through the area - snapped twigs and some amorphous prints. The trail of prints would end on a tree trunk. Something shined there, and as the moon illuminated it Joshua could see the bloody handprint.

    The print was much smaller than Joshua's own, but definitely human. Had the scream he had heard come from a child?

    Joshua could look around the site, but the trail seemingly went cold at the handprint. There was little for him to do, until - "Help! Help! No, stop!" It was a child's voice.

    The sound was close, and if Joshua ran he would catch a glance of a gastly, its tongue out, menacing a small figure. The figure was cloaked, backed up against a tree as the gastly slowly approached.

    If Joshua called out or yelled, the gastly would look startled, taking its attention off the hooded figure. The small child would run to Joshua, hugging his midsection tightly.

    "H-help! Please!"

    The gastly approached Joshua and the child, a low raspy noise emerging from its mouth. Joshua's sword would be of no use against this incorporeal creature; but perhaps his new pokemon friend would help in battle against the gastly.

    Should Joshua choose to send out pawniard, the gastly would hiss in response, throwing a ball of ice from thin air at the dark-type. How dare this human try and take away her prey? And have the nerve to fight back with a creature of darkness? Gastly would teach him and his pet pawniard a lesson, and then she would eat the child. It was her right.

    With the gastly eager to fight, it looked like Joshua's handling skills would get a quick and deadly test.


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Josh looked down at the Pokeball, his mind a confused blur of activity and dread. He found his feet walking along the path without recalling telling them to do so. He tried to look around, make sure he wasn't ambushed, but his mind was focused on the object resting on his palm.

It wasn't that he hadn't ever had a Pokemon, but he'd never really had one like this. One that hadn't been a gift, or intended as some sort of servant. He'd never really given being a Handler much thought, and found he wasn't completely opposed to the idea. He also didn't feel too much of a calling to pursue the line of work. Maybe in another life, perhaps.

The scream roused him from his musings. He nearly dropped the Pokeball, scrambling for a few steps as he tried to keep his hold on it. He stuffed it in a belt pouch as he ran, not pausing to consider the possibility that it might be a trap or something that might put him in danger as well.

His boots boots scraped over fallen branches and exposed stones. He wasn't the best tracker, but the trail was obvious enough. Night was falling fast, and mist had started to curl in the darker places of the forest. He nearly tripped as he tried to stop at the sight of the hand print. His blood ran cold at the dark, liquid smear as it reflected the cold light.

He spun at the child's cry for help, his liberated weapon springing to his hands. The weapon quivered at the sight, when he heard it again. Taking off into the underbrush, he had to fight a budding lingonberry bush to enter a nearby clearing. A dark ball, coalesced of shadow and malice, hung over a small figure, who was cloaked. Josh tried to step forward, hoping to see what would happen, when a branch snapped under him. Like a crack of lightning, it broke the tense silence, and he decided to play it off as intentional.

"Hey!" He said menacingly. His bladed staff reflected the moonlight, but he wasn't sure what good it was supposed to do against what seemed to be a ball of shadow. Still, it was better than nothing. The child clutched at his waist, the fear obvious. He held his staff up as if to ward away the aggressing Pokemon.

Then, he wanted to hit himself in the head. Here he was, squaring off with something that obviously didn't fear his weapon, when he had something in his pouch to help. Fumbling for the Pokeball, and dumping some of the last of his jerky out in the process, he held the item in front of him like a talisman.

"Don't make me use this, I mean it!"

Nobody was impressed. Sighing, released the Pokemon.

"Pawn...." The Pokemon said as it stretched out, eyeing the scene. Blades glinted off of moonlight, giving it a cruel appearance. It glared at the Ghastly, and the two seemed instantly hostile to each other.

The flash of cold came faster than Josh could react. Pawniard took it, glaring at the ball of shadow as it bristled with anger. He dug through various pockets and cords until he found his Pokecard and pointed it at the Pawniard. Scanning over the moves it knew, he frowned, wishing he'd paid more attention to the fineries of Pokemon battles. He'd always found cold steel more of a comfort than relying on another creature.


"Try... Uh... Psycho Cut?" Josh weakly ordered. He certainly wasn't cutting the figure of a noble hero saving the child from the monster, but then again, it had been a very long time since anyone had called him noble in anything other than a jest.

Pawniard's blades glowed, casting stark shadows in the small clearing. It rushed forward, seeking to use a blade made of faintly glowing energy to slice the Ghastly in half. "Pa-awn!" The small bladed Pokemon declared.

Josh's mind raced as the battle went on. He didn't know much about Pokemon in general, let alone ghost types. It was a ghost type, right? A quick check with the Pokecard confirmed this. He needed to find a way to keep it from preying on others, after all, he couldn't very well keep the child with him the whole time.

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The gastly shrieked at the halfhearted order, but the pawniard's response was not at all halfhearted. Despite its dark typing, the pokemon sheathed those parts of its arms that were wholly steel with the mental power, focused so tightly that when it went hurtling towards the gastly, it couldn't move away in time -- the scythe of ethereal, pinkish light buried itself in the pokemon's body and the ghost howled its shock and fury at the super effective move. It had braced for darkness, but that was not at all what it had received. With a hiss, the ghost shook its way free of the dissipating energy blade and curled in on itself, drawing in her own vapors and flashing, for a second, steely silver and black as night with her eyes fixed hard on the pawniard. It was the best protection she knew for the moment, and she was not inclined to give up her meal so quickly.

Despite that, the pokemon had precious little that was, well, any good at all against the pawniard. A spewing of toxic did little more than grease Josh's pokemon's blades, and the gastly was forced to resort to another ice punch. The pawniard again shook it off, but he was young and tiring. Nevertheless, the ghost backed up, retreating towards the trees. She wanted the child, badly, but she was rapidly realising how few options she had. The ghost's eyes moved rapidly from pawniard to humans to forest, ignoring the cheers of the child clinging to the man for the moment. Joshua could almost see its mind working, considering fleeing and then, as its eyes fixed on the man himself, considering a different meal after all. Childrens' spirits were strong enough to feed and let go free, but a man's would do in a pinch, and she was aching. She needed to feed.

The ghost gathered herself up and went for Joshua himself, past the pawniard to hide behind the man, aiming to latch on to the back of his neck with her ghostly teeth and sap his energy -- and especially to put the human between herself and the little knife pokemon. The little boy would shriek again at that, and bravely try to batter the creature away, but his little hands would pass through the gaseous body with little more than a sickly sweet odor like rotting fruit. As for Josh, if he let it latch, he would experience a sudden, bone-deep tiredness as the pokemon stole energy from him. His heart might skip a beat, flutter, and then steady again in his chest as his body adjusted to bear the burden, and he would feel as slowed as if he had had a few too many drinks, until he shook it off, captured it, or made it faint.



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- Used Reflect Type and is now dark/steel
- Toxic [no effect]
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- Trying to latch onto Joshua and get some energy/health/food


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- tiring after taking two ice punches
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"Come on..." Josh said through gritted teeth. The ghost Pokemon wasn't making this easy, and while the ice attack hadn't done much the first time, the collective effort of the battle and hits from the spirit were starting to show in Pawniard's stance. He felt bad for the bladed creature, it hadn't really asked to be dragged along with him, and he certainly hadn't put it in the best of situations.

"Pa-pa-pa..." Pawniard was panting, and his heart felt a bit of a twinge. He was glad that the spray the Ghastly had tossed on it hadn't done anything, but it had also taken on that odd appearance, and he wasn't sure what that meant.

It couldn't be good.

Just as he thought the battle would be a rout, the ghost paused, considering Josh. He held his bladed staff up, but dropped it, fumbling in his pouch for something as it stopped moving away completely.

The ghost type angled to move closer to Josh and the child. As it drew closer, he could smell it. Fighting down the urge to cough, he met the thing's glare, and tried his best to put up a brave front. In the moonlight, the thing seemed even crueler than normal, and his heart pounded as it came even closer. A quick glance at his surroundings confirmed his fear. He and the boy were standing in Pawniard's way, preventing the bladed Pokemon from finishing off the target.

As he fumbled in his pouch, the gears in his mind started to turn frantically. He touched something cool and metallic, and he felt a brief spark of hope.

"Ha!" He shouted, trying to surprise it. Then he threw the pokeball, which he was sure would really surprise it. Not turning to see if he had caught the pokemon, only waiting to confirm that the Ghastly was ensnared, he nearly pulled the little boy with him as he ran, trying to put some distance between them and the attacking Pokemon.

"Pawniard, use Hone Claws while we have some time, then if it comes out of that thing, hit it with Sucker Punch if it so much as moves towards us!" Josh felt like he was yelling, his voice echoing in the small glade. He knew part of that was stress and fear, but he also worried about drawing in other Pokemon. Part of him wondered if his own Pokemon would understand the second order. He could have made it simple and waited, but he felt the need to try to be as prepared as possible. Ghost Pokemon weren't anything to sneeze at, and the tales of them being defeated only to return like a... Well... Ghost, and haunt the Handler that had defeated them were the type of things you heard often around a campfire.

Pawniard, bless the little thing, didn't so much as give him a questioning look. It dutifully started using its blades to sharpen each other, causing a melodic, almost ominous, ringing sound to fill the glade. As it approached the Pokeball, the sound was almost like that of a battle, steel resounding off of steel.

If the Ghastly did come out of the Pokeball, it would find Pawniard standing ready between it and the two humans.

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The ball dropped to the ground as it sucked the gastly in, with an expression somewhere between surprise and what could have been either annoyance at being thwarted or disappointment at the loss of a meal, and rocked furiously in the grass. The little girl, emboldened, leaned over to see what was happening while the pawniard sharpened his knives in preparation. Red light spilled from the ball seam as the gastly tried to force the mechanism... but then there was a click, and the pokecard resting on Josh's chest felt warm for an instant, indicating the capture.

The girl let go of him, bouncing up and down, and clapped her hands. "That was awesome, mister! Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! It has to listen to you now, right? My name's Alina! I don't like them but my dadda knows all about ghost -- he's even got one of those 'Kisstones' that you sometimes hear about. Come on, you've gotta come for dinner at least! Pleeeeease!" There were few things in life more stubborn or persistent than a child on a mission. The girl -- Alina -- simply wouldn't take no for an answer, and with no parent to call her off and no help from a rather amused looking pawniard, Josh had little choice.

Once he agreed, she would give a shout of excitement, before abruptly remembering that she was supposed to have been gathering firewood and berries. She had plenty of the latter, judging by the oran juice on her fingers and now Josh's trousers and the bulging pockets of her skirts, but firewood was a different story. She pouted when she realised, and then gave the man a sly look before asking him to help. Alina pointed at a big fallen branch a few yards further into the woods that been the original target. "But it's too heavy for me! That would be plenty of wood for dinner, and maybe breakfast too... And what if there are more scary wild pokemon around and I'm too slow?"

An eye roll might not have been amiss from Josh. The kid knew how to work her angle, at least. Once either Josh caved and helped her carry (drag) the big branch back to their cottage just on the other side of the copse, he would see that the little three-room affair had an old man sitting outside it, skinning a bunnelby with a houndour at his side happily scarfing down the entrails that they didn't plan to cook. When they showed up, he would wave, and laugh, and scold Alina, and apologize to Josh for his granddaughter's precociousness, explaining that she could be a handful and her mother went to work as a laundress for Lady Greene and so was never home... Small talk, all in all.

He would invite Josh into the cottage for the meal, of course, but that was where the simplicity ended and Josh was reminded soundly that they were, after all, on the outskirts of Miramossa. The house held shelf after shelf of strange things -- jars with odd inlay still crusted with sand, hunks of stone from some ruin or other, an odd, dull grey stone that made Josh's skin crawl, and scrolls. More scrolls than he would have had any right to expect the old man to own, all bound up with colored ribbon and sorted somehow. Neither the little girl or the old man would notice how odd Josh might find these things that normally would have signified great wealth, and Alina sat down to tussle with the houndour after the old man puttered over and dumped some wood into the hearth and grumped good naturedly at the hound to lend him a spark.

He chatted to Josh while he spitted the bunnelby. "I would've had Cecelia catch two for us if I knew we were bound for guests, do forgive me. Plenty of potatoes on the roast from the garden though, so we'll fill your belly soon enough... Afraid I can't afford those fancy spices that are so popular, of course, but good clean food where you can taste what you're eating never goes out of style, hey? What brings you all the way out here in the nick of time to save my granddaughter?"



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Josh found he was holding his breath as the ghost Pokemon was sucked into the Pokeball. He watched the sphere fall to he soft ground, shaking as an unseen battle was waged within. When nothing happened after the ball stopped shaking, it took a few moments for it to set in. He'd caught a murderous shadow creature that preyed on small children.

Great. Just wonderful. Maybe it would eat something other than children if he told it?

The sound of the child's cries of excitement broke the misty silence like a piece of clay pottery upon flagstone. She, he supposed it was a she, jumped up and down, talking so fast he could hardly follow along. He nodded, wondering if she would pass out before she took a breath, but no she finally succumbed as she asked a question. Pawniard, for its part, seemed to have become rather interested in something a few feet away from the girl. Somehow, Josh was the only available target for her abundant energy.

"Sure... Alina," He said, hesitantly. Before he could get in another word, she had started cheering, complete with even more bouncing. She stopped, looking around, then at a branch that had fallen from a nearby tree, and asked him to carry it. He scooped up his bladed staff, then faced her.

"And yet you scream like a glameow under a wagon wheel..."[/color] He muttered under his breath as she brought up scary wild Pokemon. He shook his head, then looked at Pawniard. [gryph]"I suppose you have earned some rest, well done." He said, fishing for the Pokeball the small knight-like Pokemon was assigned to recalled it. That brought up a thought, if he had more than one, he might have to mark their balls somehow, lest he get confused and send out the wrong one.

Which brought up another thought, did he really want the Ghastly? Sure, ghost types were horrifyingly effective, but... They were also horrifyingly horrifying.

It didn't turn out to be far to where they were going, but Josh had worked up a sweat and a list of concerns by the time they had arrived. Alina had mentioned that her father knew something about ghost types, maybe he could offer Josh an option?

The man turned at the small house turned out to be her grandfather. The Houndour seemed friendly enough, and Josh was simply glad to be done with the large piece of wood. He let it down with a heavy thump, then frowned at the path it had gouged behind him.

"Sorry about your walkway..." He offered with a shrug. He watched the girl run around, then frowned at the man's comment about Alina's nature. "I can't imagine I was any better when I was her age. I seem to remember a lot of mischief involving Tauros droppings." He said, not quite hiding his smile.

It would be easy to assume the small family was little more than peasants. Provided you never went inside the house, that is. While the outside was familiar, if a little rustic for Josh's taste, the interior was a reminder of just how far away he was from his ancestral home he truly was.

The items stacked about suggested learning, something Josh found surprising. They also made his skin crawl, so he made a point of keeping a wide berth. Or as wide as the confines of the house allowed, anyways.

His attention was diverted when the old man apologized for the simple fare. Josh offered a sheepish smile followed by a shrug. "If it was I cooking, it would be flavored with the ash of the fire." He said with the barest hint of a chuckle. He held up Pawniard's Pokeball when he saw the Oran Berries Alina dumped from her pockets. "Mind if I take a few of those for him? He did most of the work anyways." His gaze grew distant when the man asked what he was doing here.

"I just put one foot in front of the other." Josh said, his voice loosing the light playful nature it had held a moment before. He pulled Ghastly's Pokeball from a belt pouch and set it on the table. "I caught the Ghastly, so it shouldn't reincarnate or rebirth or whatever they do and hassle you again." He wanted to bring up that he wasn't sure just how like another Pokemon the Ghost type would be, but one thing at a time.

His embarrassment at how wrong he was about ghost types would cause him to look away to hide the flush on his face. He nodded to the shelf with the stone, seeking to change the subject. "Just what is that? It doesn't seem the type of thing one would leave sitting around anywhere they intended to sleep."

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Alina looked at him in surprise for a second, before cheerfully dropping a handful of the oran berries in front of him with a big grin. "Yeah! Have some! I forgot pokemon liked these too! We have a secret berry patch, so we have them every day -- don't tell!" The old man rebuked her forgetfulness with a good-natured tease about her memory, for after all she was the one who set about using repels to keep the pokemon away from heir bush, wasn't she. Alina only giggled and sat on the floor to play with Cecelia.

When Josh placed the ball on the table and commented on it, the grandfather nodded affably, returning to his seat between the hearth and the table where he could continue to casually turn the spit as the bunnelby cooked without having to stand or bend over beside the fireplace. "Nah, lad, they don't do any of that. I'm betting it was just hungry, being out in the day like that. Still, any pokemon can be dangerous! Keep it, hey? 'Round these parts it never hurts to have a ghost at your side."

He looked confused for a second as to what Josh was referring to, turning in his chair to see what the young man was looking at. Once he realised, he stood up and lurched over to it to take it off the shelf and bring it back over to the table to set it between them. "Ahh, this! Well, truthfully, ghosts are something of a hobby for me. This is a strange piece -- the scrolls call it an 'Odd Keystone' and there's usually meant to be a spiritomb in them, but there seems to be something wrong with this one. If you look here, these holes are all closed up when they're meant to be open to let the pokemon in and out easily. I actually found this one myself in my youth, out in the illusion fields!" He pushed it towards Josh, encouraging him to have a look.

Beneath them, the little girl and the houndour wrestled excitedly, knocking into the table legs and into Josh's rickety chair, making things rattle in their contest to win an imaginary battle between them. If Josh wasn't careful, he would risk dropping the artifact on the stone-flagged floor and there was no telling how fragile it was...


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"Ghosts never really..." Josh started to speak, but paused, considering his words. "I honestly never really paid them, or any such creature attention. Why would I want such a horror with me? It didn't seem to care for me too much, and I'd hate to die because I kept it close."

He handled the stone as if it was dangerous. Considering the nature of their conversation, perhaps it was. It was unassuming to his untrained eye, but clearly old. It reminded him of some clay sculptures a Lord had displayed. The man had been a fool, taken in by bandits of a different kind, and hadn't shown his face for a year after a traveling scholar had pronounced the baubles worthless.

Inspecting the stone didn't reveal much. Hardly a surprise, Josh had no experience with such things. It weighed more than one would expect, but the same could be said of a sword. Turning it over in his palm, he tried to see if anything would be revealed by turning it in the light. From every angle, however, it simply appeared to be a decorated rock.

"You sure this isn't a fake? If not, maybe its stuck in there?" He felt foolish as soon as he said it, and turned his face to hide the embarrassment. The old man would certainly know better than he did. He

The girl and the houndour interrupted the conversation before Josh could reply, banging into the table legs and his chair. The ball holding the Ghastly started to roll, and he lept to grab it, banging the arm holding the keystone on the chair, causing the rock to tumble from his fingers. He saw it fall as he turned, an unspoken word caught in his open mouth.

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The old man eyed Joshua critically, as if sizing him up. He leaned back in his seat, one leg hiked behind the other. "Listen. Ghosts can be extremely handy, both in a fight and as a companion. Not only are they immune to normal type moves, but psychic and fighting types can't touch 'em. Sure, they aren't as cute as a cottonee, but they're damned good at what they do." He shrugged. "But what does the weight of an old man's word carry?" It was true. Doubtless no matter what the old man said, Joshua would form his own opinions. But the old man was the stubborn sort and tended to voice his opinion whether it was wanted or not. "Do what you will." He turned his attention briefly to Alina and the houndour as they played. A soft smile brushed his lips. "Lugia knows I can't control what other people do."

Oblivious, Alina shrieked with laughter and rolled around, lost in play.

"Boy, I think you're in the wrong place ifn' you don't like ghosts." He exclaimed. "This is Miramossa. Haven't you heard the stories? Strange things happen here. People disappear, entire countrysides vanish and are replaced with sprawling castles. One minute it might be snowing so hard you're buried alive and the next you're trapped in a sweltering heat beyond your imagination. You think that's a natural occurrance? Nah, there's something out there. Multiple somethings, perhaps." He shook his head. One hand curled around the back of his neck and squeezed, as if a cold chill swept up the man's spine. "This isn't the place for someone unwilling to accept the unexplained." He gestured toward the stone tucked in Joshua's hands. Rather than laugh at Joshua's inexperience, the old man shook his head. "It's real, alright. For years I'd spend hours trying to get it open. If you've ever held a ghost in your hands for too long - you'd know if you had - you'd feel that icy presence lurking just under the surface."

He chuckled to himself. "Or maybe I'm crazy and I imagined it to cover years of failure. Who knows." He admitted. "But I believe you're right, it's stuck fast. Not sure if there's a pokemon inside or it's simply locked up tight but there's something about it. Something I can't seem to put my finger on." He paused, as if contemplating something. But before he could say whatever was on his mind, Alina and the houndour managed to cause a little chaos. The table flinched, the pokeball rolled, and the priceless keystone toppled to the ground with a heavy, dull thud. At first the old man didn't react. Maybe he was frozen with shock, or maybe it wasn't so fragile a piece after all. Then came a high pitched warble, faint but growing in volume until Alina and the houndour stopped their play. Alina covered her ears while the houndour whined and scratched at the floor. The old man kicked back his chair so fast he nearly fell over it.

On the ground the keystone quivered. It rolled from one side to the other, like a mockery of a pokeball capture. Instead of falling still, it sat straight up and twisted until it faced Joshua. With deliberation, the keystone rose straight up in the air a foot, then two, then eye level with Joshua. There it hovered, and suddenly the room was silent. No warbling, no houndour, no scrape of boot on wooden floor. The keystone flashed once, a searing violet bright enough to blind anyone who looked at it in that moment. The old man yelped and covered his eyes. Luckily Alina couldn't see it beneath the table, though she hid with her hands still covering her ears, curled up on the floor. Before the light faded, the keystone deposited itself in Joshua's hand and lay still. Once more the keystone looked nothing so much like a useless rock. The holes remained closed, the stone lay cool in his fingertips. As if nothing happened. The old man rubbed his face, his eyes watering. He managed to right his chair and collapse into it. His skin was pale and he breathed heavily.

"I don't think you happened upon my granddaughter by accident." He spoke with a soft voice. He blinked rapidly and then wiped the corners of his eyes. "I think something brought you here to find this." When he finally met Joshua's gaze, his eyes were red but filled with awe. "I'm too old to go adventuring and a lifetime of trying to open that thing has failed. It's high time someone else had a chance." Alina hadn't come out from beneath the table. Apparently her recent trauma with a ghost type was a little too much on top of the odd keystone's reaction. Speaking of. "Take the odd keystone. I give it to you freely. You never know where it might lead you." The old man waved his fingers as if waving off a fly. "You don't have to take it, but it seems to want you. I'm not one for arguing with fate. He encompassed the small cabin with his hands. "You're free to stay the night either way, if you'd like. We have a spare pallet for Alina's mother when she visits, it's yours if you want it."

Joshua had a couple choices. He could take up the old man on any or all of his offers. A free place to sleep and two free meals before he sets out, whatever he planned to do. He could take the keystone or refuse it. He could even leave the ghastly behind if he really didn't want the pokemon. Of course, he could also take the ghost pokemon and the keystone and embark on something never before experienced. Who knew what the keystone held or where it might take Joshua. It could lead him to all sorts of riches, or mysterious pokemon. It might be a trick to scare travelers. It could be anything, and there lay in the decision. Would Joshua take the chance or leave it all behind and find something else to pursue his time? Whatever he chose, he had time to decide. The old man wouldn't push him for answers. They would eat dinner and if Joshua chose, he could ask the old man more questions or get to know Alina. He could go straight to bed after supper or he could leave altogether. Whatever he did or didn't do, the old man would accept it. Though he would offer one final bit of advice to the stranger who rescued his granddaughter. "Oh, and before you toss out that ghost of yours, why don't you give it a chance? Miramossa is a dangerous place. Psychic types tend to act a little--unexpectedly around these parts. That ghost could be your best bet on getting out of here alive." A little smile played on the man's lips, as if he remembered something long past. It deepened the lines on his face, giving him even more of a grandfatherly aesthetic. "Strange place, Miramossa. Dangerous to set out alone."

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