"Huh? Ghost?"

Baltazar glanced over his shoulder, before shaking his head. "Didn't feel anythin' like that, m'dear."

As he saw the concern in her facial expression, he gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's probably just the wind from outside. Some fella probably left the door open for a sec."

He took a swig from his bottle, before looking at his pocket watch. He made a small, surprised grunt before looking at Ralalta. "It's gettin' late now. If ye want, I can walk ye back to where yer stayin'. Ye shouldn't be walkin' around in the darkness alone, especially with such company..."

He glanced over at the three men. One of them glanced back, before bumping his mate's shoulder, and all three of them stared at Baltazar and the Zora.

"Yup, time to go," Baltazar said, offering a hand to Ralalta as he got up. "Now."