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[Xantalos]

Vaguely.

Trickster hops on the ghostly Orc's head.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

They're at least a meter away.
"If you say so."
Corvus is still humming. The ghostly Orc doesn't trouble him.

[Empiricist]

<The inn everyone was in.>

[Vgray]

The orc frowns at trickster.

"Why aren't you scared?"

[Xantalos]

I'm beyond your capacity to harm.
Or affect at all.

[Empiricist]

"You mean, why isn't a god scared of a dead person bound to a thrice accursed blade? I can think of many reasons."

[Vgray]

The orc bellows again.

"Don't mention that. I already know my sorry fate. What good is a warrior's death if I can't join the Ancestors?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"What good is a warrior if he cannot scare an old man such as I?"

[Xantalos]

Ancestors?

He's some sort of jackal-headed guy now.

Tell me more.

[Empiricist]

"None, but your life had more substance than simply your death."

[Vgray]

"I should be with the beloved dead, those who came before. My only interaction with the living should be with Shaman."

[Xantalos]

How are you not?

[Empiricist]

"He's stuck in a magic sword."

[Vgray]

The orc scowls.

"I am here, my soul being projected by that accursed blade am I not? Do you see the Ancestors?"

The orc makes a sweeping motion with his hand.

[Xantalos]

How came you in the blade?