Vincent smiled gracefully at Elsa and Oathborn sounding offical was kind of out of the question, he simply pulled up a stool to sit on and started Explaining "well a quick discription would be the Netherworld is a way stop for souls on their way to somewhere better or worse. some bookish people call it the Etheral Plane. when they want to sound all offical and smart. it's got an informal food chain of sorts, first there are the Hungry dead. Basicly souls that refuse to stay dead, and aren't emotionally strong enough to be ghosts. They crave excitement and life, and are attracted to life like moths to a flame. they're not threatening unless they swarm you. they'll milk you for every emotion they can." he leaned back and continued "Next you have what I call jackals, or bonepickers, they feed on the hungry dead and take many forms. Bonepickers were never alive as flesh and blood so they don't exactly follow the physics we're used to. he thought for a moment "There's other stuff, it's got it's own plants, and ecosystem especally the jungles. But I've never done any catagorizing. Also anything that isn't solid here is as thin as air there. so no water... everything uses emotion for nutrition instead. so all the colors are kinda funny." he took a deep breath and looked around the room. "if you want to know anything else... seek out someone more... scholorish" Vincent was no wizard, all this info was persional experince he'd gained taking trips with his old teacher. the old drunk and his girls enjoyed being ravished in such a place, he found it a hinderance.