Without saying a word, Maldred lies down where he intends to sleep.

“Old man.” You call out. “Why do we sleep on haunted grounds? If answers are given at the end of our travels, then let us travel.”

Turning to face you while lying down, Maldred replies. “More answers will come as our journey unravels. Right now though, have mercy on an old man who’s weary bones need rest.” And with that, Maldred closes his eyes.

Your patience is stretched thin, though right now you’re more concerned with the upcoming ghosts than the old man.