"Destiny? Whispers?" Angus repeated, frowning slightly, not so much scared by the moving talking shadow, more...Confused. Was this a ghost? A spirit with unfinished business who needed living allies? He shook his head slightly. "Listen, I don't know how you know about me going senile and hearing voices but how about you back off a little?" The smith moved away from the graves over to the cloaked girl. He raised his hand in the shadow's direction and held a palm flat, indicating for them not to come any closer. "Now how about you explain why my friend here felt the need to throw something at you? Were you really coming to get me?" He chuckled a little. "Is it my time already?" He then stepped closer to the shadow and help an open hand out. "I'd quite like that knife back as well."