Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

"We did not," 37 replies as he joins them. He recounts the ghosts odd actions earlier in the night, watching Klaus for any reaction or sign of recognition.

Meepo watches Klause reaction to what 37 says as well.

"Oh you did the bestest of jobs. You even stayed what is it? ... Two years or so after your last pay. You've been worken for free. Were you under contract for a time? I bet your contract probably expired long ago too. I'll bet you'll have a wonderful place with Dol Dorn "

Meepo shakes his head no. "No I've been here. You think you may have been searching for Meepo in the ethereal plane?"

Torhak awakened to the conversation nearby, his ear twitched a bit and he could feel a bit of a sting. He shrugged it off and got up and started his morning routine, listening to the other converse with the ghost Klause. How their lives had gotten strange in just 24 hours. It would seem though that burying the soldiers had not done the trick to release them from this realm though.

"So, some other unfinished business then?" he said to Klause.

Laulalith joins the conversation with Klause. "It's common to experience terrifying illusions in the Grey. In fact, it happened to us on our journey here. I would have thought, however, that the dead would be immune to that effect, but apparently you're not. Interesting ..."

Addressing Torhak, she says. "I believe the professor's theory is that they can rest once we remove contents of the warehouse in the morning."

Tryne opens an eye to see people chatting, but since no one was screaming in pain, no signs of combat, and no one was asking him to take guard duty next, the orange haired half elf just closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Talon sat nearby, closely watching those which moved around the area, alert as always.

"Well, first you warn your captain of intruders, and prepare to attack. Then you dissapear." Vice says sleepily

Meepo shrugs. "Im not sure if you showed up on the last watch or not but I havent seen you since we went to bed. That was many hours ago."

Vice yawns before replying, "Not sure if he saw 'us' or some figment of his imagination or something from a memory past. But he did accuse us of stealing everythin', and killing your fellow soldiers. Which I take offense to, because we only technicallydid o.e of those things." he says with a smirk.

"I looked in the lab, but didn't find anything. In retrospect, I should have looked in the armour."

"Quite the mystery" Torhak said, continuing to make himself ready for the day. "Are we going to travel back today or try to solve this? Could it be that the Mournland itself is the issue, and that by removing this equipment they will be released?"

"I could not see you from where I stood near the doors, Professor," 37 says apologetically. "However... it seems something about the incident has set your mind to work, and I am curious as to what?"

Turning to face Torhak 37 replies, "The Mournland is absolutely the issue, and one I don't have the first notion how to fix... but the land clearly needs healing, and that undertaking may prove impossible. As to the smaller, more immediate issue regarding our new friends... hopefully removing the supplies will fix their issue."

With that, he turns back to the specter of the Professor, eager to hear what the man -- er, ghost -- was thinking.

Meepo looks to the professor. "I had not seen you either since before Meepo went to bed. What do you usually do at night? No one saw what?"

"I don't think our employer will like it if we deliver a haunted suit of armor. Or maybe they will? Especially if the professor can help finish it." Vice has so many more questions, mostly non-relevant, so has eats some rations while he waits for the ghost response.