Ellyah returned and he saw the group talking and chuckled.  "Ah ye heard the ghosts now did ye?  One of the reasons the locals here fear and respect this place.  They say the ghosts of the old ones still haunt this city.  One of those that still exist from another time before us.  "  There was a broad smile on his lips.  "But don't worry, the ghosts here do not seem to want to hurt anyone or bother them.  More of an annoyance at times."<br/><br/>"Ghosts?  Really?"  Pippen looked at Ellyah with a wide eyed expression.<br/><br/>Ellyah laughed.  "Well that is what the locals call them.  Perhaps they are right.  No other explanation for the voices.  Not the wind or rustling of the leaves, and as you can see there are no leaves here in the city.  Strange how clean it seems to always be."  he laughed, "Maybe the ghosts keep it clean."<br/><br/>Thorgan listened to the conversation and shook his head.  Ghosts, the souls of people that had died, was something his people had been taught to respect.  They were either souls that had unfinished business in the real world that was seeking help to complete or tormented souls because they did something wrong and were trying to atone for it.  But of course such stories were thought to be only stories.  He had never seen or even heard a ghost and the majority of his people probably had not.  But there were those that thought they were real.  There were Undead out there, that was for sure and he wondered if Ghosts were art of those Undead created by the Evil One long ago.  Most were just soulless things.  Even the wrights had no souls or so he was told.  They were intelligent, but did they really have souls or not.  But what Thorgan heard and seem to have felt in his mind, these were no Ghosts.  These ancient people had lived long ago, beyond recorded time.  Who knows what they were able to do.  The pictures of them he had seen in the one tomb showed them to be graceful and beautiful human like people.  The tomb itself showed that they could die, or at least back at the time the tomb had been created.  Their entire civilization was now gone on the mainland, except perhaps for a few tombs and such.  This was the first city he knew of that existed from long ago.  It looked as if it had been built but a short time ago and it was clean and well maintained.  If the Locals, as Ellyah called them didn't maintain it then who did.  If indeed the city was of the ancient ones, then how had it survived the centuries, the eons.  Mystery upon mystery.<br/><br/>Lotharn saw how Thorgan looked, and he chuckled.  "So deep in thought?"  he asked.  "It is not really hard to imagine what those voices were.  Ghosts, no, but the Ancient Ones themselves, quite possible.  Magic is a strange thing and even Baltazor did not seem to know it all and was still learning.  Perhaps they no longer needed the frail bodies that they have and we have.  I personally can not see the desire to shed our bodies.  But perhaps they did not have the same feelings that we do. "  He placed a hand on Thorgan's shoulder, shaking his head.  How much Thorgan reminded him of Aragon.   "Come let us join the others and eat.  We will be going to this place where the Dwarf was said to have been taken and left.  Who knows what awaits us there."