[The question throws him, just a little. Leaves him shifting from booted foot to booted foot, expression pulling tight. These matters are no big secret, not to him, but speaking of them...it's a reminder of things left undone, in a world left behind. One he's less and less sure, every day, that he'll ever see again.

He takes a breath, blows it out slow.]

Oh, ah, a few. Things I've seen on my travels, not all of them I really know how to explain. Depends, I suppose, on how you want to define spirits. There's uh, there's the ghost of a Count roaming about, unwanted, back at the palace in Vesuvia. Looking for a way to come back to life, trapped between worlds, as it were. I was trying to find a way to stop his return before um...

[He shrugs, spreads his hands as though to indicate this new world, and implicit in that, the one he'd been thrown into before it. Destiny, interrupted.]

And then there's...well. Not sure if you'd call him a spirit exactly but ah, more of an entity. From another realm. The Hanged Man.