<John Merriweather>
"What a novel thought!" John Merriweather exclaimed. "Who would have guessed that food could be enjoyed in the spirit realm!"
Bonnie cackled loudly as she stood. "Well, tis 'ere t' be eaten," she chuckled, "as 't wether it be enjoyed, well, tis up t' ol' cookie, innit? Three bowl o' chowder then." She wobbled off towards the dim recesses of the ale house, apparently this hadn't been her first cup of grog today.
"The being we are seeking," John began as he leaned in, "has more than likely been entrapped by some sort of enchantment. It may not even be aware of it's entrapment, depending on how long it's been in it's present state. I suspect that in some instance it may be enslaved, much like the proverbial djinni in it's bottle," he glanced at Sara, "or the zombie separated from it's soul. Sorry, Sara dear, I know now that causes you pain."
(Kir)
Kir smiled when Sara suggested food. She had thought about it but she felt famished. "Food does sound really good right now." She gave Bonnie a grin as she went to get the food.
When John started to explain more she listened quietly. When he was done she looked to Sara. "As John said, all we want to do is give this being a chance to return to its home. If it is trapped then we need to release it. We do need your help Sara."
-Sara Merrick-
She winked as Bonnie left. That woman was a character and she was sure she would need her help if she was going to pull this off.
She nodded at Lady Kir. ¡°Yes I heard Mr. Merriweather. What would like my help doing. If you felt spirit energy on me they could be from anyone here. I did travel far and wide trying to find you when the Captain asked me. Do we know what spirit we are looking for exactly?¡± She asked. ¡°And what is exactly is the plan when we find it?¡±
