The Caledonian Ghost

Astra wasn't that familiar with the concept of ghosts, though she showed remarkable restraint in not showing fear of the unknown. "Who are you? What are you?"

A figure began to materialise out of the air. The first thing to appear was a curious hat. Though Astra didn't know this, it was called a tam-o'-shanter. This particular one had a pompon. Underneath this appeared a shock of red hair, then a face with craggy features and twinkling blue eyes. He appeared to be wearing a black Argyll jacket over a white dress shirt with silver cufflinks. He also wore a kilt complete with sporran. White socks and black shoes with gold buckles. In one of his hands was a bottle of some kind of liquor.

He doffed his cap and said, "The name's Seamus McHenry. Or rather, his spirit." He gave Astra a closer inspection. "I reckon you be one of 'em Aqualarian lasses, aye?"

Without flinching Astra replied, "Yes. And my name's Astra, not lass." Whatever one of those is, she didn't say.

Seamus looked contrite. "I didnae mean to offend ye, lass - er - Astra. From where I hail, it's a common name for beautiful ladies such as ye are."

Managing to resist the flattery, Astra asked, "And where exactly do you come from?"

Sighing wistfully, Seamus said, "From the fair city of Glasgae in the land of Caledonia. Were it that I had died there."

Seeing that he didn't seemed to mind her asking questions: "Where did you die, then? Not in this inn, I hope."

"No, Astra. but I did stay here briefly whilst alive." He glared accusingly at the bottle in his hand. "It was this that did me in." He attempted to throw the bottle, but, as on previous occasions, it appeared to be stuck to his hand.

1. They talked further.
2. Velus finally noticed the ghost's presence,

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