Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-29458028-20140811124513

(I read too much ancient mythologies XD. I guessed for that one, I'm not versed in scandanavian folk lit.)

Corentin picked up a supernatural presence, one that was similar to what he felt at the place where he ended two bandits. He opened his eyes to look for the source.

It came from a young lady, who drank alone at a corner of the bar. She obviously wasn't a daedra, vampire or werewolf, judging from the aura. Not a threat to Meridia. He stood up. There were questions he wanted to ask.

Corentin walked over, swiping a bottle of mead from a barmaid and casually dropping ten septims onto the serving tray. He sat down in a chair opposite the young lady he observed earlier, asking "Who are you?"

(Corentin does not kill ghosts unless they attack him first. Aurorans will never attack him and neither will he attack them.)