Sabara popped herself out of the broom, which, no longer commanded by her, simply tipped over and laid down. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sabara. Yes, I am a ghost, and I was a mage's apprentice in life." The ghost floated over and hovered just off the floor, glancing at Ihri. "But what I want to know is more about you. Who you are, why you came to this place, and how come you know so much about magic yourself." The ghost flicked a stray hair away from her eyes. She may have been incorporeal, but old habits died hard.