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“You’re just going to waltz right in, to a house that’s obviously haunted?” Astarion said, incredulous.
“Yes, it’s not like ghosts are real.” Thalassa replied dismissively.
She met her companions' dumbfounded faces.
“Darling, really…” Astarion shook his head.
“Ghosts aren’t real?! You say that even after we fought through a land filled with shadows and wraiths?” Gale exclaimed.
“Those weren’t ghosts. Those were shadows and wraiths, like you said. Not ghosts.” Thalassa argued. “Different name, different thing.”
The sound of furniture crashing from a great height echoed out over the threshold. Maybe she’d have to reassess her stance on hauntings.