@boredofcinder was promised a plotted starter from Thomas 55000 years ago and deserves a medal for the patience
It was not like him to intrude into the homes of others - souls must rest, and he had no business with any affairs that did not directly concern his community. However, the promise of such a generous donation... Thomas thought of all the things he could do with that money as he entered the old castle halls. Repair the roof of the roadside chapel that still belonged to his community. Help Frederick, who had three children to feed and no wife to care for them. Buy supplies to prepare for the next winter and make sure the soup kitchen was able to operate when some families could no pull through on their own.
It was a lot of money for some blessings. “Hello?”, he spoke, carefully, as he wandered the halls, one hand on the amulet of the church. There was magic in this place, he could feel it pulsating in the amulet that served as aid in detecting it. Magic he did not know whether he could break or not. He did not believe in forceful approaches anyway.
Most spirits he’d come in contact with have been perfectly reasonable, after all. “Is anybody here?”, he called out, again, peeking through open doors and into hallways wherever he could. First, locate. Then... well, he would have to improvise.
