An old run down farm, long abandoned by the inhabitants due to a ghost in the well directly in front of the farmhouse. It has seen better days, the wood is old and warped, scorched from fire set by brigands. Old tools litter the yard and bits of armor. It is obvious many have used this as a temporary camp since it's days as a working farm.
An Open Field, Farm
vulture
ghost
I am currently haunting the kings castle tower.  I truly enjoy scaring these poor souls.  They do not understand that it is me.  I once ruled these halls it's king.  Now I will forever haunt them as it's ghost.
I'm taking a break from haunting the king's tower.  They don't understand who I am.. Well who are you? Well... were you? I once was the king here and ruled for decades.  What a wonderful time that was.  It's hard to see others doing my job. They will all die with time, and I shall feast from their bodies. It is life.  Yes, I guess that's how it is.  Its fun scaring them though, I have to say.  You must scare people also. Somehow I do. I am usually one of the last things they see when they lay there taking their last breaths. It is a fun sight indeed. So how did you die Mr. King?  In a great battle that won us our freedom once again from the vikings in the north.  I'm sure you might have eaten some of me, I dare say. ha ha.  Kings are usually well fed, a real meal indeed! I'm sure I must have been!  People talk about a ghost in the well but I've never seen one...have you? Ghosts I don't pay much attention to usually. However I have seen many bodies, living and dead, dropped into the well.  It makes sense that someone would come back to haunt the living then if they were poorly treated and killed. I know that when it is my time, I will still be swooping through the skies, out the corner of their eyes, till everyone dies.