[All right. At least Emily can follow orders. Maketh smiles, because the gesture helps her control her voice. Make everything steady and calm. She doesn't question the information she's given; it's the closest thing to intel that Maketh has been given about the situation.] That's good, Emily. That's very good.
[Unfortunately, it's not a wendigo that's stalking them. The wraith comes slowly, grinning and smokey-black. Maketh narrows her eyes. She's heard of force-ghosts and other horrors. This reminds her of campfire stories that her parents used to tell her. She holds very, very still, as the wraith reaches out with long, ghostly fingers.
It traps her on the nose. Maketh doesn't flinch.
She just goes very, very cold.
The wraith seems to grin at her for a moment, then disappears.]
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[Unfortunately, it's not a wendigo that's stalking them. The wraith comes slowly, grinning and smokey-black. Maketh narrows her eyes. She's heard of force-ghosts and other horrors. This reminds her of campfire stories that her parents used to tell her. She holds very, very still, as the wraith reaches out with long, ghostly fingers.
It traps her on the nose. Maketh doesn't flinch.
She just goes very, very cold.
The wraith seems to grin at her for a moment, then disappears.]