A real ghost! Ihri recalled what her Uncle had told her about ghosts. There were many different kinds, some locked in an endless repeat of their final moments, others vengeful for what had happened, some had unfinished business, and many more reasons. Most of the time people who died would unintentionally become ghosts and end up not realizing that they had become ghosts, resulting in some strange occurrences. The ghosts to watch out for were the self-aware ones, like Sabara standing in front of her. They knew of their ability to phase through solid walls, their transparency, some even had the ability to possess inanimate objects. Particularly powerful ones, even living beings. Where fear and caution should be, only curiosity stayed. Ihri as a small child had witnessed her Uncle speak to ghosts before, but she had never seen them. Her Uncle said that they could shroud themselves entirely from people they did not want seeing them, and while they enjoyed little Ihri's company, they thought that their gruesome appearance would frighten her. 

Sabara did not look gruesome at all however. Ihri wondered why she became a ghost, an injustice? Unfinished business? An oath perhaps? She was a mage apprentice in life, perhaps this was intentional? The ghost floated closer.
[b]"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."[/b] She spoke.
The ghost had a point, not many mages had as much knowledge as she did. A grand majority studies under a single master, who studied a single craft in a single language, usually with the local dialect. Those that travel and witness other magics are not always so open minded to leaning the new magics they see as well. 
[b]"Ah, well, I um,"[/b] She blushed lightly. She wasn't very used to this sort of talk, about herself. Most people were uninterested, and the ones she travels with are rather quiet, [b]"I'm Ihri Vozal, I study magic under..."[/b] She thought, Uncle Bones had a formal title, what was it? [b]"Tzud'Khozok the Undying Watcher, but I just call him Uncle Bones. He had something to do so he sent me here to find a job. He's spent his whole life studying the magic of the world, he started to teach me when I was small."[/b]
The Bartender rose an eyebrow at the mention of the name. He continued to wipe down the bar.
[b]"An old friend said to me, 'a mile long but an inch deep'. I know lots about magic theory, but putting it into practice is harder."[/b] She gave a shrugging smile.