[In the silence that follows that admission, any of them could hear a pin drop. The farmers stare across the fire at him, drinks forgotten halfway to mouths or fire-stoking paused halfway through the motion. Even Lightning stares at him for a few seconds before slowly shaking her head.]
An army of vengeful ghosts. Right. [And she thought things were bad here. Wow.] Better hope we don't end up with that same problem here.
["Aye...aye," The old farmer shakes off his surprise, "That'd be something we don't rightly need. Gods, lad. What sort of mess is your world to have that sort of thing running around?"]
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An army of vengeful ghosts. Right. [And she thought things were bad here. Wow.] Better hope we don't end up with that same problem here.
["Aye...aye," The old farmer shakes off his surprise, "That'd be something we don't rightly need. Gods, lad. What sort of mess is your world to have that sort of thing running around?"]