It pains me to tell you this tale; but there is one poor soul who lies fixed between the mortal realm and the hereafter... the Haunted. The spectral remnants of this whisker wander the Great Pond, forever trapped between worlds. At least, as far as we know. Her legend contains mystery beyond the comprehension of most, but there are a few remaining clerics from the old days who claim to remember the curse that froze her in time. Nowadays, some claim to see her glowing visage as far North as the Bauron Bridge, while others swear she drifts among the mists that blanket the Old Docks at daybreak. Those who see her are said to experience great misfortune, though she herself never acts hostile towards wandering whiskers. In fact, one soul claimed she saved him from taking his own life, and inspired him to go on. He'd been planning to cliff jump, but she startled him on the walk to his intended point-of-end. He was terrified, but she was friendly, whimsical. Though her form was intangible, she could be seen, and they ended up sharing a bit of a dance. He was the whisker that danced with the Haunted, perhaps because he was so close between the worlds of life and death as well. Story by Patrick Carlyle (@pscarlyle) & Rico.