[hr][hr][center][color=darkslategray][h1]Edric Beaumont[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[color=darkslategray]"Military structures: secure, strong, fortified. Easy housing for ghosts...Maybe just one."[/color] Whether there were ghosts that truly inhabited the place or not, the air around them was discomforting, compounded by an eerie silence as the light cast by Edric's spell created dancing shadows across the walls. The front door had led them to an entrance hall: wide and gaping, creaking and groaning like a titan still-sleeping. A short straight path led to a fork that split off into three separate directions, areas to wander. The presence, however, was felt all around. By going in deeper, Edric was certain he could hone in on it, track it down to its source; put a stop to whatever-it-was. All the while deciphering what had caused it.

[color=darkslategray]"Holes would be problematic, my Elven friend, yes. Levitation isn't my forte."[/color] Whether this was a wry comment or genuine note, even Edric seemed uncertain. 

[color=darkslategray]"What say you, then? Do you believe in ghosts? Foul things inhibiting old crypts like these? Military forts teem with negative energy, the kind they'd thrive on. You Elves...you've been around sometime. What do you remember of the war?"[/color] Edric seemed to have grown bored with the first question by the time the second left his lips. His brain was rapid-firing now, trying to make sense of each individual fragment floating, making a more complex maze. 

But more than anything else: he was curious, curious over these circumstances, his new friend. Elves were an uncommon sight back home even before the law made them abhorrent to the gods of men. Tales of their magical prowess, cultural achievements, and historical contributions were nevertheless still whispered with a hushed reverence. And Edric was speaking to one. Perhaps one who could shed more light here than even he.