[It stands to see if they'll return after All Hallows, too... joy.]

Disruptions to the magic of a world can cause all sort of strange phenomenon. Perhaps the loss of it is hitting a breaking point and it can no longer maintain its realms properly at their waning point.

[The younger farmer just about chokes on his drink. The only topic worse than vengeful ghosts is the impending end of the world, though Syrlya looks only thoughtful like the possibility of reality caving on itself isn't a bother to him. He's used to it.

The old man waves a hand. "Don't folks like you have any ghost stories from wherever you're from?"]