"The Sorrow. He's an old ghost who thinks it's better if I-" Mantis tuns his gaze to the one who addressed him, only to find words and breath catching in his throat. There is a lot to take in all at once, but the greatest impression is like the stories he'd hear as a boy about the magical people who live in the woods. He feels pinpricks along his skin.

He steps forward cautiously. This isn't someone who's mind he should even try to read. He's sure of that. No one on Earth looks like this. How did the stories go... Always approach with caution, never give your real name, be polite. "I'm dead back home. The Sorrow is a medium who does what he can to make me behave myself."