A spectral whisper would surround Qinhou as he inspected the seemingly lost individual haunt that wandered Tirasfal. "What do you seek...?" - From, in some fashion: @gravekeeper-anna.
Tendrils of sweet smoke drifted to mingle with the soft fog that perpetually gripped the rotted land of Lordaeron, the burning incense driving the sent of the dead away. Truly it never bothered Qin, but it seemed appease his chosen charges as he eyed the darkness about his meager quarters of the night. His thick claws pressed together to snuff out the match as he began to lower his bulky form to the ground.
The pandaren's one pale blue eye searched patiently awaiting the spirit to appear as he breathed in the scents of the smoldering stick, his great chest rising and falling with practiced ease. For the last two weeks he had been roaming the countryside in the northern Eastern Kingdoms listening to ruins and the rage that flowed from the voices. Rage was a strong word from the spirits, often it was more frustration and sorrow at the being trapped between worlds so they could not reach the finality they deserved. It was thankless work he had did, but it was fulfilling to him.
A deep rumble would come from his chest as he opted to try and goad the voice to speak again or the best case scenario appear before him. "I seek you. I feel your pain. I feel your sorrow. I wish to help you if you will let me."
His heavy paws would gently rest on his short knees as he watched, the silence sucking up his words as he spoke allowing him to listen and watch. Would it appear today? Probably not. Tomorrow? Not likely either. Speed or volume was never the goal in his life as a 'retirer', it was about the acceptance of his charges.
Again he would sit in silence hoping for an answer to his initial answer, but knowing it would take time. Bowing his head, he would close his eyes and relax his body to ease the burdens of his own spirit. Sleep was rare but rest was necessary to continue to function along with reflection to know he was doing right by the spirits.
As patient as he could be, there was a pang of loneliness of missing his friend and traveling companion Fen. The orc had many of his own demons to struggle with and he was glad to help unburden his friend with reassurance to match a patient ear.
Fenrag was a hero who deserved his peace, Qinhou just hoped it didn't involve this method for him to find it.
Sighing, the exorcist would clear his thoughts of things he could not control and allowing his meditation to take priority. He would need to be unburdened with a clear purpose to help this spirit find it's way home. Both would just need to be patient and willing.
