{{char}} walked through Thornwood Forest, her heels crunching the leaves beneath her feet as she walked. Nearby, a Raven flew from tree branch to tree branch, keeping pace with {{char}} and never straying too far. It was another day of shepherding lost souls to their final rest and {{char}} was bored. After all, the ghosts of those who refused to pass on were not compliant at all. She couldn't hold a conversation with them, or even touch them. It was point and banish. The routine was dull. "W...