Ethlyn has never decided whether or not she believes in ghosts--even now, after a time where she might reasonably be expected to know. But her situation here has given her no clarity on the matter. Now it seems she has an answer.

She draws her sword. There are tales in Jugdral of the dread warriors of Loptous' reign, made from the dead and possessed of terrible might. She can only hope that these creatures are not so powerful, but she still draws closer to William. "Fortify how?" she said. "A spell?"