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A slight whisp of cold air through the door of the in, and the whisper of something unusual. Once in awile, the shape of a young halfling boy appears to greet or haunt the travellers at the Inn, telling tales of his death, and his mother and father who adopted him. The young halfling does not use names in the tale, but rather describes the people in detail, what they looked like, what they meant to him, and why he hated or loved them. Tonight, a harsh scream and shrill cry of his death haunt the air. People who enter the Inn would find themselves being haunted by him mumbeling as well as his destructive urges to get back at the one who caused him so much pain. As the wind flows through, his story is told.

I was only looking for the young dove...The one who adopted me, my mother. The crying of a young girl was brought to my attention, and I made my way there. Mommy wasnt there though, noone was. I was all alone, and the elf. The elf ladt who so much resembled my mommy...Daddy, where were you? Where are you now? I followed her, she made me cry, she killed Orcies, the orcies I loves so dearly. I wanted to be with him, by his side, the Orc that was my friend. But instead, I was only pushed away for who I was. I still thought of him as a friend though, despite the hard core that surrounded him, repelling him from liking me. I sometimes wonder if mommy loved me...If daddy was purposly not there, if he didnt answear my screams for a puprose. Please, talk with me some more, I dont want to be alone this time...Not again...

The shadow spirit appear to talk and discuss with people, to talk with them, keeping it from going insane. Maybe that is why he never came back to life, the fear of being driven insane from all the fighting. As the harsh screams of the boy drift off into the night, a light mist of air is lifted, carring the words "Please, stay awile and listen..."

Alaine is standing in front of the shop talking with some friends of her. Next to her stands two humans. They are speaking of a ghost in the inn. Without any reasons she tries to listen to the two humans.
"Little halfing....ghost....stories....mother...father...."
She can't understand everything, but after a while listening she is frightend.
"Shuyin...I hope it's not what I think"
Then one of the humans says something scary.
Suddenly Alaine starts running straight to the inn. A few tears fills her eyes.
"No, this mustn't be true. It can't be....Please"
She arrives at the inn and opens the door fastly.
"Shuyin!"

A small shadow hung above the stairs shuddering slightly as it flew down silenly. It was indeed a child, though all that could be made out was the shape, and not so much features, sush as the eyes and nose.

Have you come to listen to my story elfess? Or is it hurting me you with to do?

A chair picks itself up and is tossed in her direction, the ghostly spirit letting out a shrill scream

An ice witch was there. And noone seemed to care. That the little halfling cared. For Orcies it was. he liked them so much, but the ice witch he was scared. She killed many Orcs, his friends, and others alike. Whether it be by the blade of an axe, the flame of magic, the steel of a sword, or the sharp splintered end of a pike...

The spirt lifted its way back up the stairs, sitting down on one of them, noises coming from it as if it was crying.

Alaine tries to dodge the chair with her staff, but she failed. It hits her left arm which is now bleeding.
"Ouch..
Carefully she steps closer, watching the ghost all the time.
"Shuyin...can you hear me? Is it really you?"
Now she is standing in front of the ghost and kneels down.

"Are you really....dead?"

The spirit looked up and got up, lavitating in the air as it began to continue with its story

And then there was Mommy, the beautiful elfess who seemed to find room in her heart for everything. Why wasn't she there? Why was she not protecting me? I dont know. Why does everyone now say that im pesky? They want me to come back, but I dont know if I can, I dont know if I want to. I will one dat kill her, I will have her dead, and then she will see how the orcies felt, how I felt...

She looks down to the stairs and then back to the ghost. Her face is wet because of tears.

"Shuyin, I always wanted to protect you. I fear I failed as mother. I don't want to believe that you are really dead. I always loved you and I will always love you"

She wipes her tears and wants to scream, but no sounds are coming out of her.

"A spirit ? Refusing, or unable to use the cross ?"
Damien shrugs hearing the news, his face not showing any sign of emotion.
"You should really bother a priest with that. Or, simply wait until he is being removed to the plains of Cheerga, which will happen fast. She will put those to rest quickly, who cannot find it by themselves. If really necessary, Aragon can help you. Send him my greetings, human."
Damien turns and moves onwards.