A meeting out of place (Gromath, Wrenmae)

[Gromath Kitherian]

91st of Spring 511AV Zeltiva's docks were oddly quiet this morning, maybe it was too early for anyone to get up, the sun was still sleepy yet alone its faithful subjects. Everything seemed as if it stopped suddenly and it would stay that way for a time. As if the sound of the crowd was here a moment ago and now it's gone. The people were gone too, yet their ships remained in the docks, cargo wagons could be rarely seen without their track masters, they too were out of place. Traders that were literally spending the night at their ware stands were also gone, and the piles of books resting on a wooden table near the great wooden building looked so alone without an academic to browse through them(as if seeing their content for the first time). Everything seemed weird through an ordinary living eye, but through an ethereal eye weird had no meaning at all. For a ghost many things didn't have a meaning. The whole world could change: volcanoes erupt, earthquakes shake, tornadoes could blow as hard as they want...it's all the same for a ghost. If a ghost decides that he wants to be out of the world mentaly he could by ignoring everything. It was easy for most ghosts. But Gromath wasn't that type of a ghost, he needed the crowd, he needed to discover the characters of the people he observed, he was addicted to spotting flaws and advantages. He remembered of the boy he helped at Zeltiva's shipyard a few days ago...he remembered the feeling. He felt a purpose for his existence, and now when no one was around to help, Gromath felt lonely, he sat at the end of one dock and stared aimlessly at the sea pointlessly searching for his missing reflection. He felt alone, but he was far from it. There was another figure approaching at a steady pace behind Gromath...