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None of the group are sages- none are religious enough to know incantations to banish spirits, and none have ever tried to appease angry spirits before. Jon speaks first-
<span class="mu-b">”Look! Both of you? You're dead! It's not your gold anymore. You killed each other over the gold- that's why you are both here!”</span>
The spirits looked confused, sad, but unchanged. They hovered ominously towards Jon and Patches- any over the gold to protect it.
<span class="mu-i">”Noooo- It's my gold. Only I had the strength to dig it up. He slit my throat to steal it.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">”No! The gooold is mine! I found it through my own cleverness- but that left my vulnerable to you who would overpower me and take it...”</span>
It seemed the spirits can tell they are both dead, in some capacity, but it hasn't resolved them. It seems their fetter that binds them to this realm is over the ownership of the gold. The spirit moves a bit closer to Jon- Then, Elly speaks up.
“Wait! You both owned it equally! You were supposed to share it! Without you, neither of you would have found the gold, but without you, the gold would have never been dug free. Neither of you found it alone; much like us, we work together. Don't you see?”
The spirits don't move or speak- but they do seem to stop. There is a sense of realization as the two spirits look at each other, almost as if reconciling their differences. After a moment, the two ghosts begin to fade away, their appropriations disappearing into the darkness and quiet.
<span class="mu-b">”Elly... You did it! You calmed the spirits emotions- good work for a woman.”</span>
“Thank you, Jon. Can we leave this creepy mine now?”
<span class="mu-r">”Ohh- I want to do that too!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Pack up the gold in your sack- we'll split it, like those old ghosts should have!”</span>
“Shhhh!... Don't tempt their ire. Let's give them a proper burial and put them at peace...”
