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
ghost
homeless
I am a homeless. I am less than a peasant of the realm. I eat scraps most days.
They say that this place is haunted but I don't believe in that type stuff, so I'll just make camp here. At least I know that no one will bother me. *scrathing noises down the wood* *howling in the wind* What...What was that? Hey! Where is my Ale? *stays in the shadows* **whhhooo doooo yyoouuuu thhink you areee, sayyiinngg theres NNOOO such thingss as ghosstttsss** Maybe I have drank a little too much wine. I thought I saw a ghost. **BBOOOMMMM** *air gets a sudden violent chill* *shivers* I didn't think it was supposed to get cold tonight. You thought wrong! BOOOOOAHAHAHHAAA Who... Who... Who are you?! *old tools littering the yard rise high up in the air* *then fly off towards the from of the farm house* C'mon. If you are man enough to take my Ale then you are are man enough to face me instead of throwing a tantrum. Face you? FACE YOU? I have no face.