As Vlad proceeded to the door he bumps into someone. He looks at the person, their face under a cowl so he could not see any features besides the eyes. They lock eyes for only a moment but feels as though he is looking at an old friend, not recalling who it may be though. He goes to say sorry and introduce himself. H-hello I'm Vl- and they were gone. Vanishing before his eyes. Thinking it to be a spirit of a newly deceased citizen he heads for his graveyard to prepare for the quest he comes to the realization that he couldn't have bumped into a spirit... Who could that have been then... he ponders all the way to the graveyard.
Walking into his new candle lit tomb, a much needed upgrade than the grave he had been staying in, he went to the corner wherehad laid his staff. Vlad acquired the staff from a very pleasant old witch in the mountains on one of his quests. The staff felt comfortable in his hands since the first time he held it. Its gnarled wood worn from years of use by countless people had found its way to Vlad. The witch telling him it was of no use to her, it being her late husbands, and that he could have it for helping her with ingredients for her youth potion. It felt like an old friend reuniting after many years apart. After that he went to his desk, pushing a secret button inside a drawer the top popped up and his book of souls lay there. The book looking a tad younger than a year ago when he had woke up clutching it. The leather looking a bit more taught and the binding looking more woven together. He admired it for a couple of seconds before grabbing it carefully. Vlad closed the secret compartment of the desk and locked the desk before he departed. Blowing out the candles he walked up the steps and out the door.
A spirit approached him as he walked out of the tomb. Sir, i was told to come see you to help with going to the other side. the spirit said in a gruff voice. The man, a bit transparent, was dressed as a merchant with a hole going the whole way through his torso. Ahh, i see, a wronged spirit clutching to the living world Vlad had a better time talking to spirits and the dead, he felt a better connection to them and their problems. Aye sir, was a travelling merchant coming to Magnolia to sell some wares when my caravan was ambushed by bandits.
This peaked Vladimir's interest, When did happen sir? recently? The spirit pondered. I can no longer keep track of time properly sir. Things that happened when i was a child i remember as they had just happened yesterday and things that have recently happened seem to be a fading memory. i cannot tell you. Murders were an inconvenience to say the least, the spirit would always come over with the "life flashing before their eyes" mentality. Vlad asked him very politely, How did you hear about me and how many moon cycles did it take you to get here? The ghost again pondered this for a moment, fishing for the memory, I could hear this whispering as i sat there at my body, it started faintly then became louder and louder until it was a deep voice saying seek Vladimir Mori. Magnolia. South. Vlad was gazing at the spirit. He had never asked a spirit how they had found him, he always assumed it was just a coincidence of living in a graveyard. The spirit had stopped seeing Vlad preoccupied with his thoughts. I'm sorry sir please continue, how many moon cycles did it take to reach this place? The ghost cleared his throat out of habit and continued, I would say about 2 maybe 3. I was lucky to be a traveler and know the stars. If not i would probably be lost wondering right now.
This is what Vlad needed, a direction of the bandits. But before he could get his hopes too high the spirits lack of time was an issue. It could have been a month, a year, a decade, a century ago. He would have to go back to the guild and ask when the quest was given to the master. He returned to the spirit waiting for him to come back from his thought. Alright, i can help with you passing to the other side. But I'm going to need some more help from you first, Mister? The ghost replied without hesitation, Mister Drevon Felch ,sir. And what kind of help would you be needing? Vladimir pulled the quest from his pocket and unfolded it for the spirit of Drevon. I think this is more than coincidence, Mister Felch. I'm going to my Guild and making double sure that the dates match up and if they do i will need your help back tracking to where you were killed. If it will help you and help me get to where I'm going, I'd be more than happy to show you where those savages cut me down.