"I have as much knowledge as possible of this one, at least, since it often earns my supper. Though I doubt I shall find an innkeep with a pot of stew in the kitchen here." Lucia Corina offers a wry smile as she eyes the overgrown surroundings expressively.

"These ghosts are-- odd. I've caught up to them, occasionally, but they disappear almost immediately, and they don't respond when I speak to them, or seem to truly see me. And from what they say, they're still experiencing some disaster long past. Can you not hear them, your honor? I hear another practically every time I turn around! Though they are quieter when someone else living is near."