“Gharlia, can you help me!? Ghastell’s missing!” The ghost exclaimed. As the initial surprise faded, Edgar relaxed.
“Ghastell? Sorry, I’m not sure who you mean. I’m happy to help you find them. Where did you last see them? What do they look like?” He began to look around before looking closely at the ghost in front of him, who vaguely resembled an older woman. However, she was very translucent, making it difficult to make out any real distinguishing features.
“Ghastell is my daughter she-she went off playing, she has a few spots, there’s the old willow log just” — a translucent hand rose to point north — “north of here and… and the Dry Creek bed to the east, and then the clearing to the north-east, there’s an apple tree, she loves being there too!” The ghost was sure to continue pointing in the directions of these locations as she spoke.
“I’ll take a look for you. It’s no trouble,” Edgar replied, nodding his head as she had spoken the locations in acknowledgement.
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