Just as the two coursers had made it out of the red sludge, it started to retract back into the ground, once again revealing a battle scarred field. The pumpkins and vines remained, but the pretty flowers were no more present. Strohmeier couldn’t help but think it all was somehow related, but he had no idea in what way. He sighed lightly as he looked around for more signs of life, or lack thereof. The moor was beyond grimm and dark, so empty yet so full of threat and uneasiness. It had been a weird experience so far, but Strohmeier did not regret going. Not yet at least, as the pros had so far outweighed the cons for him.

He looked over at the gray dunskin before a faint, almost howling wind could be heard, which caught his attention and he looked all over the place to see if he could locate the source, but no such thing could be spotted from where they were standing. It was most likely just wind blowing through a tunnel nearby, Strohmeier told himself as he sighed once more, he felt like he could finally get a chance to relax again.

Once more, the moor started to fill with these wandering spirits they had seen so many of. These were seemingly the same ones as from before, but who were they kidding? There was hardly a way to tell except for the different builds some of the people had. Some were significantly shorter than the others, stockier. Most likely not human, like most knights and warriors Strohmeier had previously heard of. He was curious to find out more, so he once more looked towards his trusty guide, Crispin.

“So what are all these other things, they’re not human, are they?” he asked, eager to find out more of the fallen kingdom’s past.

“There were once many different races walking this land, among them were humans, elves, and dwarves. Elves are often harder to tell from appearance alone, unless they have their ears visible. Though they often had much more intricate and fancy armour. Dwarves, however, are the short one I assume you are referring to. They were known for being very skilled in the mines and as blacksmiths, forging some of the very best weapons out there. Some of them are even wielded by coursers today, all they need is a little tender love and care and they are just as sharp and durable as ever. Quite impressive, if I do say so myself.” Crispin replied with a smile on his face. “I do apologize for rambling on, it was not exactly what you were asking.”

“Please don’t apologise, I am more than happy to learn even more than what I ask about. I’m very interested in how things were in the past, so any information is appreciated. It really sounds like they were remarkable at their craft.”

“Oh they absolutely were, blacksmithing and finding the very best ore was their pride and joy. Their livelihood.”

Strohmeier smiled as Crispin kept talking while they looked out over the peaceful spirits. He wished that he could talk to the spectral coursers and people directly, but listening to Crispin information dump was as close as it was gonna get, and he was happy enough with that too.