Telamon, the little, cursed town, was calming down after a great battle. A phight simmered to a close, the disgruntled shouting and colorful word choices were fizzling out. The night is quiet, now dampened by light rain.

Vinestaff couldn't help it, when she saw the figure left behind, the one not following the crowd, huddled under a long abandoned porch. It's a mystery how such a ghost town ended up on the Flipside's radar.

"Are you alright?" she called, as softly as she normally does, jogging on over with a firm grip on her staff. "It's late, we both ought to get home!"