Haunted? Adrienne blinked. “Oh,” Well, that would be something that a Spirit Division Employee might handle wouldn’t it? Fortunately her reason for visiting the department wasn’t for something as hostile-sounding as that, but now Adrienne found herself wanting to inquire exactly how many people per year came in complaining about being haunted. But no, she had come here for a purpose. It was best to remain on track, and then perhaps ask Cash if he knew anyone who had been haunted recently.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” She went on to assure Mr. Greengrass, fluttering her hand in the air to dismiss any worry he might have had. “At least, I don’t believe so; no, he - well he’s a ghost, and erm. Well, he wears what I believe is Elizabethan attire with a short cloak - oh, he’s about this high -” She motioned in the air with her hand until it occurred to her that his height might not matter so much given that he floated above the ground.

“And he has a sword sticking out from his middle.” She winced, as she gestured to her own person. “And he’s…rather frank and direct in his approach to conversational matters.” At this last point she felt herself flush, averting her eyes as she reached back down to fiddle with the reticule in her hand. Lastly: “Oh! Mr. Wye is his name. Barnaby Wye.”

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