Mysaren nodded. “Died pretty violent, it looks like. “ She said, inspecting the body more, her gloved hands playing over the bag on the ground. She flipped it open and frowned. “Looted.”

“Does look an awful lot like a robber. Let me try this.”

She pulled a bundle of herbs from her pack, and lit a match to set the herbs on fire. She waved the herbs over the body, lowly chanting in strange language.

With that, the body beneath them opened it's eyes, and it's head turned towards Mysaren. “Who are you?” It asked.

“How did you die?” Mysaren said, straight to the point. She kept waving the herbs over the body, and she didn't have much time. She needed the information fast. 

“Tried to steal some mask from my buddies. They stabbed me in the bloody stomach!” The corpse said,  the voice sounding distant and strange.

Mysaren nodded. “Where are your buddies now? I can get revenge on them for you.” Revenge was usually what motivated most ghosts.

The corpse was silent, before it spoke again. “Up in them mountains. There's a weird, pointy rock, looks like pyramid shape, yeah? That marks where they are. Can you kill the bastards for me?”

Mysaren grinned. “Of course.” With that, she blew out the herbs, and the corpse went still again, it's eyes closing.