"Since you're all evidently just going to stand around in the daylight," Castor says, "I'm going to check the perimeter."

He doesn't walk away so much as he dissolves, his outline growing more abstract with each step. Ghosts can do that, when they don't want to be seen, and you could force him to refocus.. but you don't bother. Castor's allowed his space! And besides, it isn't as if you can't feel him just by thinking about the leash.

Riccin has trailed off: for a second, you think they're going to say something else, but Castor was right. They're all just standing there! Welll, whatever. Not like they can walk until Castor gets back.

"Is it?" You lean in, peering at their cloak, and oh, now you can see it: two overlapping yellow circles, on the edge of their collar. It looks neat! You don't have any clothes with those, and although trolls have made noise about the lack, the only colour you'd want a symbol in is maroon. But Castor said it wasn't allowed, and that was that.

"You got any powers?" you ask, more to talk than out of real curiosity. The silence is dragging on and on, and you're not sure why, but it's boring as fuck. "I do! I'm a psychic."

A beat, and then you add: "That means I talk to ghosts."