Specter's plight for an entertaining story didn't seem to be well received. It seemed as though anyone with a story worth sharing had some reservation on the matter. But there seemed to be something more to the young man in tattered clothing. 'Millions of stories' the young boy thought. 'How in the world could a boy have millions of stories?' Specter pondered. 

[@Dark Light]

Specter walked to catch up with the boy. As he approached he tried his best to improvise something to say, "Hi, I'm Spec! How are y-"

[@Varicke]

The sound of crashing clay interrupted Specter. Both he and the boy turned to face the shadow creature. The creature seemed to be quite embarrassed, very peculiar for a creature of it's kind. The boy called out to comfort the shadow. It seemed to work well, as the shadow was already making a B line for the bar.

[@Dark Light]

'So this boy is not taken aback by shadow spirits?' Specter began to wonder. 'That's even more interesting!' 

Quickly, Specter finished closing the gap between himself and the boy. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything else besides to finish his earlier thought, "How are you?"