"You know what, a ghost town would have been less creepy."<br/><br/>The spell that was cast over the town was ancient, at least a few hundred years.  There was pieces of it falling off all over the place, it's a wonder it still worked at all.  The spell originally would have created a perfectly normal scene. The people would be more realistic and diverse, they would have been actually doing things, and they would have actually made sounds.<br/><br/>Alma started to construct a large clairvoyance spell in order to view the whole town.  When he finished, he saw how the spell had lasted so long. It used to cover the whole town but over time it had slowly shrunk to just this section. There was still moving mannequins all over town but not nearly as concentrated as this.<br/><br/>The inside of buildings where just as plain and similar as the people. They all had one empty room, a stairway, and a bedroom with only a bed. The "owner of the houses just stood on the far side of the room from the door, arms crossed, staring into nothing.<br/><br/>As Alma shifted his attention further out he noticed another real person.  The man was in what looked like a city hall of sorts, surrounded by all sorts of different magics. Elven, Dwarvish, Angelic, Elemental, Dark.<br/><br/>"Wait a second, Angelic?"  Alma refocused on the Angelic magic source.  Angels were very protective of their magical artifacts, they were all covered in spells to make sure no one but an angel could get a hold of them. If you tried it would just float out of your reach.<br/><br/>This particular one was a sword.  An angelic sword.  Alma had to have that. There was no way he was going to let a mortal have a angelic sword.<br/><br/>"I found one of the other people in town, and I think he has something that belongs to me." Alma said as he started walking towards the other side of the town. "I'll likely take a while so don't wait up for me."  Alma then spread his wings and took off.