Searching about a graveyard was the first place to go. She wasn’t entirely sure if this was some sort of artistic piece, or a genuine graveyard, the state of disrepair making it hard to tell if it was by choice or just that old and worn. Still, she tried to be respectful, avoiding stepping on the graves themselves, though with just how fucking worn they were, it was hard to spot which way they were meant to be facing.
Still, no ghost, onto plan B…
Of course, she was going to be cursed to have it be in the last place she was going to look, a tired sigh flowing through her nostrils as she sat on a raised root out of the marshy patch she’d been trudging through, turning her boots upside down and trying to fish out all the muck with a spare twig. Wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her job time here, but, a job’s a job… god she couldn’t wait till she was C rank and didn’t have to deal with this shit so much…
Ultimately, when she made her way to a place they referred to as the blue garden, some old flower patch that seemed to survive out here, she was surprised to find the ghost was indeed in the last place she expected, watching them run around in circles trying to catch a squirrel. With a smirk, she slowly walked into the scene, putting the side of her foot out in the path of the little bugger, and catching it as it tried to leap over her toes, holding it carefully in her hands as the ghost had that ‘oh no, I’ve been caught’ look on her face.
“Something tells me this isn’t the first time a member of my guild’s come to find you is it?~” The ghost gently shook it’s head, and she chuckled. “Okay, off ya go. Git on home trouble maker.~”
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