“Well come out then.” The witch waves the ghost over, groaning as he stands from the table to rummage through a shelf of potions, herbs, and jars filled with a multitude of things from bones to gems to different colored dusts. A small mixing bowl appears and he begins to take pinches of things seemingly at random and crushing them together.
“My home is a bit far away from people, I don’t normally deal with ghosts that haven’t already been here before me, but on occasion, one of you ends up wandering so far away from your original home that you end up drawn into the magic in the ground around here. Maybe that’s why it seemed familiar?” Finished with his dry concoction, Myles grabs a pinch and blows it onto his guest, erupting into a plume of greyish blue smoke. When it settles, nothing seems to have particularly changed until the witch reaches out to place a hand against the man’s chest. It doesn’t go through him and instead rests warmly where it’s placed.
“What’s your name?” he smiles, turning back to put the bowl away, “I’ve found it’s a bit of a comfort to feel weighted after being, well, being a ghost. It’s temporary, but if you’d like to have a seat, we can talk.”
He intently listened to their explanation.Abit lost when they mentioned magic but with the other making some odd concoction he was abit skeptical.Waving off the smoke and dust that was suddenly blown onto him.He was about to question the reason til he felt the hand on his chest.It took him a sec to realize they were actually physically able to touch him rather then pass through.
He floating ceased as he settled onto his feet.Raising a hand to his own chest he processed the other’s words before nodding and moving to sit down.
“My name?...It’s Hans...um..how did you do that?”
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