[There are ghosts, like the phantom giggling of the forest. Then there are ghosts, like Bethany and her mother, like the people she couldn't save, weighing down on her sometimes. And Hawke, well--Hawke knows a haunted man when she sees one.]
Marian Hawke, but call me Hawke. [There's a small nod of the head there, and a friendly, charming smile. She steps forward, just a little, maintaining the distance between them. She can't help but pity the man before her, she always did have such a bleeding heart (covered up by a veneer of humor), but she knows it's not always welcome.] Yes, I can. They're rather common. I should put up a sign--"come to Lager Woods, get distracted by strange giggling, lose your way and be one with nature! Or somebody's stomach."
[Welcome to Ryslig. Sorry about the terrible humor.]
You're new here. Do you have a name, or should I come up with one for you? [Hawke, absolutely not.] I can't call you "sad lost person".
nope sorry you're stuck with the lady
Marian Hawke, but call me Hawke. [There's a small nod of the head there, and a friendly, charming smile. She steps forward, just a little, maintaining the distance between them. She can't help but pity the man before her, she always did have such a bleeding heart (covered up by a veneer of humor), but she knows it's not always welcome.] Yes, I can. They're rather common. I should put up a sign--"come to Lager Woods, get distracted by strange giggling, lose your way and be one with nature! Or somebody's stomach."
[Welcome to Ryslig. Sorry about the terrible humor.]
You're new here. Do you have a name, or should I come up with one for you? [Hawke, absolutely not.] I can't call you "sad lost person".