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“I see. I apologize for the manner I speak with, it’s grown on me after all the places I’ve seen.” She replied. “Where I am from, we simply call them traders.” Mira’s eyes turned to the mead hall. “Thank you for directions, good day.” She turned and walked off into the day to the mead hall. The crows finally silent as she felt eyes on her, that was to be expected. The occasional and faint thud of her staff on the soft ground was the loudest noise coming from Mira’s presence as she made her way to the door, she spotted a rather large man at the back of the hall. Good morning” she said, admiring the prey he had caught at first, she could barely see his sled from there before he left her view. Looking upon this man gave Mira a strange sensation. There were no spirits offering wisdom to her in that moment, but she could feel something within him, this man had ghosts following him, no, he was following them. Mira had no ability to see spirits, but thanks to the ones who spoke to her, she knew someone who was touched by the ones beyond when she saw them, like he was never alone in anything he did. This man had an atmosphere of death around him, death in the sense of ancestry. She could feel it in the air around whoever he was that something guided him as something guided her; Nevertheless, she wouldn’t stare. Perhaps they would meet soon. At the main door to the hall, out of sight of the man, she pondered what she felt in passing for a moment. Did this man have some kind of magic ability such as her? Maybe he was haunted by something. It had been a while since Mira met someone like her.