[color=00FA9A][i]Fourty s- How many?! Oh, my![/i][/color] Spouted Hogarth in disbelief, eyeing the slightly decrepit building's facade up and down. He tried to keep his feet on the ground when it came to hauntings and his job as a Grave Keeper, as he knew that the restless dead were not at all something common to be seen, most alleged sightings being tall tales and ordinary events viewed through the lens of an overactive imagination. But, if the legend himself stated such a thing to be true, then his judgement can surely be trusted. He was excited beyond thought, but quickly, a heavy cloud of doubt fell over him. "Gifted", said Old Ben. He had studied occult lore for as long as he remembered, hell, he was practically raised by it. Yet, a "gift" is not something that comes neither with study, nor good will. What if he were unable to see them at all? 

 He shook his head, as if to cast such thoughts away. Leave the present to the present, and the future to itself, he thought. There was no room nor use for such ridiculous moping. He was about to enter the single most haunted site of Ashtyn. That unto itself was a grand experience. He retrieved a vial from his bandolier, and, uncorking it with his teeth, poured its' contents onto the blade of his handaxe. He placed the vial back, puffed his chest and followed Nova. The moment he stepped into the old house, his face once again lit up.