I may be an ill-omen in the eyes of many, but there is no shame in the work we do. My mage and I are caretakers of those that have passed – not humans and the like, but animals, spirit, even plants. We guide and care for the energies that remain, be they souls or ghosts, both or neither, it’s not for us to understand.

Some desperately seek a way, lingering lost in the mists beyond this world, and it is those beings that we guide to safety. They cannot come back and most know this, accepting it peacefully, letting our powers lead them to wherever it is they go, safe beyond the mists.

It no longer frightens us. These waifs are only lost and afraid, so for a fleeting moment we are their gentle friends.