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The shape of Nameless graciously accepts the water skin, her throat sore. As always, she refills the water skin when she's finished.

"Could you have been." She swallows, massaging her throat before continuing. "momentarily possessed, Jornel?"

She offers Caromarc the water skin with a gesture.

The shape of Nameless rises, picking out her Tanglefoot Bag from her pouch. Offers it to Hareton.

"For defense. Not versus ghosts. But versus physical foes. This should slow them. Could make a difference. Please, take it."

Nameless's mind returns slowly to its current shape. Then, the shape of Nameless stirs and slowly opens her eyes, finding Sandru's eyes before hers.

A smile. Tired and faint, but somehow still very warm.

"Always... looking out for me... aren't you, Sandru?"

Such a caring, selfless construct...

A small hand grips Sandru's. She swallows, tries to speak clearly. Her tone breaks regardless.

"Thank… you."

In truth, a rarity.

She turns her head to Hareton, listening to his questions without moving until he finishes. Then, she speaks, tone steady now.

"Ragged, semi-transparent form appeared, entered Jornel, rippling reality. I felt. Cold. Exited him, he struck out his arms, shuddered. Form disappeared down the tunnel, shifting out of our existence. Consciousness lost."

The shape of Nameless takes her time considering the last one.

"Perhaps. The apparitions are not specifically hostile. Raging, passionate. About the situation. But not about bodies, not about us. Misaimed, mindless destruction."

The shape of Nameless, too, observes the ghosts.

"I am not yet capable of either, Mister Quinn. I was refering to the difference between this hafling and La Siréene Dorée."

Are the Ghosts in our path? What knowledge check would they require?

"There is a crashed train car ahead. 54 dead. Looks like Ghosts caused the crash, down the train tunnel."

The shape of Nameless makes a deep bow, smiling a wry smile.

"From the mind of La Siréene Dorée, mister Quinn. She is a capable Shape shifter, after all."

As the group approaches, La Siréene relays Quinn's message.

"We have reached the station. Area devastated. Bodies scattered about. Proceed with caution."

Then, she responds to Ianez's musings.

"Indeed. As a group, our ability to survive is increased, but becomes dependent on our ability to trust each other. Pardon me a moment."

As the group catches up to Quinn, La Siréene changes shape again, this time into a well-dressed, red-haired Halfling.

How oddly large everything has become. And ugh, what a stench. Now, let’s see if we can find out anything about the platform or the "bodies" by smell.

Perception check, checking for irregularities, suspicious shapes and strange scents: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

Ah, here we go, this is La Siréene in his original form, which he will very rarely use. Actually, he uses his real name for his other form but never in this one, and this name is one he gave to himself for the purpose of that form, as it is effectively his real exterior.