In typical Owen fashion,he hadn't even noticed that it was raining. His kind was far too focused on his book and the spirits around him. There were more of them out then usual. Something was bothering them but Owen didn't have time to poll the wraiths and see why they were angry. He had more important things on his mind other than who had pissed them off. Most people would have freaked out seeing a being of shadows and anger just started hovering next to you. Owen just thought it was an odd happening. There was nothing evil about the wraiths when they were like this. As Owen walked,the ghost started to speak. 

"He's close... Death Speaker, you're close to him...." The wraith moaned in his ear. Sometimes the wraiths could sense things that humans could not. Most of the time it was just gibberish but Owen sometimes listened to their council. "He's near.... Be ready... The one who shifts is close..." The wraith continued as Owen just looked up from his book. He didn't have time for madness. 

His steps were random as he walked through the park. It was a beautiful night for a walk since the rain did not bother him. He was used to being wet since his job was not a clean one. Owen was not looking where he was going as he just wandered. He didn't notice his arm since he had more important stuff on his mind.