Hraldmir didn't step too far into the galley, remaining by the wall as the human cooked and the pair talked. He listened, looking over the interior hull with a careful albeit casual glance - the carpentry work decent given the state he saw the ship in before it was repaired. He tuned into the talking after a moment, recognizing that of all things they were discussing ghosts and spirits - the ship supposedly being haunted, and things such as marsh spirits that would claim your breath.
"
Spirits are fickle,
" The dwarf chimed in, having been quiet up until then. "
Many are benign - never to be a bother, never wanting for anything. Some wish to help, to be needed and appreciated. Others... allow negative emotion to claim them, and they become the stories you hear of.
"
I am Inferi.
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