Castle Maladil - RPG

[The Fifth]

Again the music halted as the player grew startled. The hobbit had fallen just next to him. But what was this? A small insect had crawled out, and Kenelm wondered if he heard it speak. Slowly, the spirit moved forwards, hugging the harp against his chest with one arm and reaching another towards the halfling, who so tempted his awakening curiousity. Kenelm knelt down, only a few inches away from the hobbit.

Holly must had seen him now, although he appeared faint; a fair and angelic elven being, with sad eyes and curtain of golden hair curled up on the floor, harp in arms, softly touching the hobbit's pack, and the strange neekerbreeker.

The ghost peered at the paper, the sketch of the orchard. He carefully lifted it up, and studied it a moment, before setting it next to the hobbit.

Kenelm murmured softly, 'Who are you ... and what do you seek .. ?' He drew back, looking at the ground, and the old tiles that crumbled apart, sprouting dead grasses and small bugs that crawled about. 'And who .. is the man with the staff?'