Even eldritch horrors didn't produce the kind of revulsion that Gray suddenly had for this gender-bending creature before them. The hunter shuddered, wishing he could say to Autumn, 'It looks dangerous, can I shoot it?'. He liked money though and that would probably endanger his paycheck.

The commotion behind the door of murmuring and suddenly mirthful laughter made this place feel more like the sub entrance to a psych ward. Were these guys going to be allies? Not exactly his first pick. "I'm Gray. I specialize in killing things that don't like staying dead. What's this about a mummy?" Despite being unable to see the ghost it wasn't uncommon to try holding a conversation.