Oh, don’t mind him, that’s just Franklin. He’s the spirit here, and one of the most simple and quiet I’ve ever met. Sometimes folks get scared of him, thinking he’s a ghost, but he ain’t, he’s just Franklin, and he won’t hurt a fly.
He lives around here, singing softly with the birds and playing with the foxes. Sometimes, if the local kids ask him nicely, he’ll make it really misty and watch them play hide-and-seek, or tag, or listen to the creepy stories they tell around the campfires. He’s easily spooked, bless him, and sometimes has to leave. The kids often help calm him down.