Morgana simply cackled in response to the spirits words. She personally loved her life with her snazzy new Pennyworth home, her darling husband and now a fun spirit to antagonize. What more could she possibly want other than the rest of the worlds population to drop dead?

"You know mister Spirit. One of the blessed things about being a peasant, as you call me, is that we are used to the cold. I will outlast you." Never mind that she was most decidedly not a peasant. She was a Gaunt.