Ninorra stayed upright as well as she could, but Callus' weight was more than she was used to. Using her staff to help walk, she followed his directions, avoiding the eyes of those surrounding them. There was something eerie in the way they stared, and something terribly sinister in the way they had been tormented. By all rights, they should have been dead. Perhaps they were. It was not the first time she would have seen ghosts that appeared solid, but why torment the dead?
"Callus.." She said to him, quietly, trying to stare ahead. "Where are we going? We can't leave, can we? We have to see this Queen.."
Ninorra swallowed down her suspicions.
"..and you need to tell me what you are. What you really are. Because I have my ideas, but my ideas sound crazy, and I would rather not be crazy."