The party travels to Silvertree...hopefully

"So...any more questions for me, young Marcus?" Rhys stood up and walked past Maya to the left bookshelf by the fireplace, pulling out a leather-bound book with slight gold trim.

"A lot, actually; but you don't have to answer them...I feel like I've bothered you with enough questions." Marcus laid his bowl down next to Sofa's, now finished with his meal.

"Nonsense, I rarely get company that's actually interested in my life here, and fewer still that stay for more than a few hours." Rhys returned to his seat with his book, scanning the pages looking for something, a smirk on his face. "So fire away, Mr. Gleyser."

Marcus took a slightly comical deep breath before he spoke yet again, all in one go, "Why are you out here in the wilderness, how in the world do you have such nice amenities this far from a decent road, why did you build your home so large if you were planning on living out here alone, do you know what might have caused the Mamoswine stampede that nearly killed us..." Marcus was out of breath and had to breath a bit, so he paused before asking his last question,

"And you keep saying 'we' and 'us', is there someone else in the building besides us?"

Rhys paused and looked up with slight shock at Marcus' rapid fire questioning, "Well...I did say 'fire away'. Hm...well to answer in order, I'd always liked living near forests and woods and for as long as I can remember have loved the snow; though not quite the cold. It's not my fault no one lives near where both meet. I have lived here for quite some time, and as such have had many people 'trade' me things for food and directions and equipment, some being more lavish than others, some of their trades being their services. You'd be surprised the odd skills explorers pick up on their travels, Mr. Gleyser. And this house wasn't originally intended to be for only me...." With this, he looked back down to his book, moving through the pages once more.

"As for your Mamoswine stampede, that explains what all that shaking was a long while ago. I'm not really sure what could have caused it...it would have had to have been something either incredibly powerful or incredibly terrifying."

"Nownow, there's no need for that. Besides; it wouldn't work on Aelhaearn. He's nothing but gas." Rhys chuckled slightly as he put a bookmark into the page he was looking for and closed the book. "He's not one to respect boundaries normally and loves a good scare; so that's probably why he hasn't shown himself to you earlier. I believe that answers your final question, Mr.-"

Marcus' eyes were glued to the Gastly, wide and terrified. Ghosts...why ghosts? Why not a zombie or a homicidal maniac or a nice cute little puppy? Why do these things happen to me?

Rhys left that alone, knowing well that spooking an already scared individual doesn't get the best results. He turned his head to where Aelhaearn floated. "Mr.......Zandrophin, was it? That's a strange name. Aelhaearn, leave the Abra alone.....I wonder where a name like that originates from, Zandrophin. Where are you from; if you don't mind me asking?"

The Gastly floated away from Zandrophin with a sad kind of look on his face and he bobbed as he floated up through the ceiling to finish their guest room.

Maya's lips were taught and pulled tight as the Ghastly appeared. She felt the tags on her arms flare and react the presence of it. She let herself breathe once the orb like Pokemon vanished. She wasn't going able to sleep properly at all. She would likely have to put some wards up around the room or something. Just to make her feel better. Thankfully she could only sense the one floating about. Attuning herself to the Ghastly she could hear its ghostly murmurs and thoughts. Flashes of images and words.

"How rude..." Maya commented to herself, as she slurped the last of the soup. At least the Ghastly appeared friendly. She didn't have to exorcise this man's Pokemon. She contented herself with merely listening to the conversation unfolding here.

"You really has nothing to fear, young Abra; Aelhaearn always prefers to scare and joke over fight or hurt."

Mentus' ears perked up a bit more at the man's words...he poked his head out of the top of the jacket. He crawled out and perched himself once again on Zandrophin's shoulder.

"Besides; he has much reason to fear your psychic attacks."

Mentus beamed a little at this...he was quite proud of his ability. Zandrophin smirked slightly and scratched Mentus' ears. Rhys asked if he needed anything else from him. He did have one question,

"Not that we have  much say in this matter regarding our accommodations, but does our room have a window?"

I don't like being boxed in....besides...if I have to meditate...I'd like to have something to focus on...the moon is going to be quite bright tonight...

Maya almost jumped. "No, no! Its fine!" She insisted, not expecting the sudden attention on her. "Just uh... " She fiddled with a damp strand of hair. "... The soup was good." Maya mumbled and looked back down.

She honestly wasn't too worried, except for Aelhaearn floating around, but after awhile of talking in her head and planning she was fairly certain she could sleep without the Gastly's presence bothering her. She even had the sealing needles tucked away in case of emergency. Something told her she wouldn't need them though.

As soon as Rhys left, Zandrophin turned to the others.

"Well," he said, "that was....interesting. Then again, hermits always are, I suppose."

Mentus spoke aloud as well, though quietly enough that only the three of them could hear,

I don't much care for the ball of gas that follows him around. If he does something like that again, I may just shove him into a jar and send him somewhere.

Zandrophin scratched Mentus' ears, saying,

"Now...there's no need for that...we are guests, after all. We must be polite and courteous."

He turned to Marcus and continued,

"Alright, fearless leader...up you go. Blaze the trail to our abode...we'll be right behind you."