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
homeless
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.
*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. But you do have my Ale, which I will take back off of your hands. Thank you.