[Well, alright. That part is fair, he'll concede with a brief hum. Out of an abundance of caution, van Zieks pulls out the talisman given to him earlier for the sake of protection. From fake dream ghosts. Or something.
He regards the piece of paper with a mild shake of his head that might be exasperation, but returns his attention to the creature slowly but surely struggling its way free, and to how the rest of the undead don't appear to share the same aggression as their comrade at the moment. What is the natural state of these conjurations, so to speak? Hmm.
At the question his eyes turn slowly to Sheik, gaze currently mild, at least compared to his usual. Then again, he hasn't had to deal with anything particularly horrible for some time...]
One does not typically enter the "haunted house" of such a festival without some interest in observing the occult.
[Right, Sheik? What do you want him to do, end the show immediately?]
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He regards the piece of paper with a mild shake of his head that might be exasperation, but returns his attention to the creature slowly but surely struggling its way free, and to how the rest of the undead don't appear to share the same aggression as their comrade at the moment. What is the natural state of these conjurations, so to speak? Hmm.
At the question his eyes turn slowly to Sheik, gaze currently mild, at least compared to his usual. Then again, he hasn't had to deal with anything particularly horrible for some time...]
One does not typically enter the "haunted house" of such a festival without some interest in observing the occult.
[Right, Sheik? What do you want him to do, end the show immediately?]