FUCK GHOSTS

Withermoore was not kidding about the evilness of energies that dwell in these dungeons. As much as I understand his reluctance to ever enter this place again I at the same time bet he reveled in the "people might be unnerved upon seeing me excuse." Regardless, we're all becoming unnerved down here. Atlas calling out to Cayden Calean, Kestrel shooting at figures that aren't there, and I swear that the wretched ghoul we saw had encircled its hands around my neck... Buddy stays our ever-noble companion, his innate instincts prove more reliable than our own more advanced minds in situations like these.