Ghost offers a small smile as the Legatus comes into sight. His big bulky form and hellhound bonded a familiar sight. A bottle swung from his neck, but the banshee detected no oddities in his movement and presumed he hadn’t consumed a lot of whatever’s was in it. Much to her relief. She wasn’t sure her social skills were quite up to the task of dealing with a drunkard quite yet and she was sincerely worried that she might have had to resort to a knock over the head. That was if she could even manage that, so hairy and thick was his skull and so feeble was her own body. Alas, hopefully there would be no such altercations this time as Ghost was granting him a gift for his hard work that had been passed down from the Earth God. At least the alcohol didn’t get in the way of his performance.

She watches as he halts before her and she offers him a courteous proffer of her head in greeting when he speaks. The mention of murder and death would come after, right now she needed to complete this one task in order to cross it off her list of things she needed to do. A list that only seemed to get longer no matter how many things she crossed off it. ”Rostislav! Anything amiss to report? No border intrusions?” She asked of him first, hoping his answer would be no so she could get on with everything else.

After giving him a moment to respond, Ghost began with giving him the reward and thanking him for his duties so far in hopes that he would continue to stoutly guard their family. ”I bring you a gift from Lord Earth. We were to pick some worthy recipients and you are one. You may have a medium sized item of your choice that glows bronze or green. Choose wisely” her voice was high and soft, full of friendly familiarity. She wondered what he’d go after, something to help him fight perhaps? Or maybe just a fancier bottle to put his bad habits in.

After the gift giving was done, Ghost moved onto the subject of the murderer and the recent deaths. ”There has been more deaths. I saw one not too long ago of a sooty palomino winged mare and a male chestnut unicorn. They appeared to have died during a struggle, but all that was left was some white downy feathers.” She sighed in confusion as her mind tried to put bits of information together, ”black hair, sand, a black feather and now this… What do you think?” At least it was more than they had at the start, but Ghost still frustrated herself mulling over it.

@[Rostislav]
[Congratulations! Rostislav has won a seasonal prize from Frostfall!!
"one glowing bronze or green medium item" will be added to your prize records soon!]