The spirits weren't accustomed to such wandering around, Karli had stuck mainly to the archive room from the day she had happened across this place and so much as blamed the tumble down the stairs on getting too nosey.

Rising to his feet, Petty took a last look about the graveyard and shook his head.

Not a happy story...

He turned to Karli and nodded.

"Finished here…..but I’m getting tired, got a place for me to rest in?" he asked as he attempted to hide his true tiredness.

Karli gave a questioning look to Petty and blinked a few times before clearing her throat.

"You straight in the head..?" Erratically the sprite brought her hands to the level of her lengthy ears and shook them quickly ducking her head as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Even I won't sleep here," she informed him with an eye widening glance that expressed she was inquiring about his level of sanity.

"My recommendation is that you call yer bat and see if they're hiding in the belfry or on the roof with the multitude of other bats I can't get outta these rafters.."

Petty crossed his arms and closed his eyes and tilted his head back as if consulting a inner voice.

That room with the lock….

With a deep inward sigh Petty reopened his eyes again slowly and looked down on Karli.

"There is a room with a lock on it, the air around it smells of parchment and sulfur, I wish to rest there," he said steadily, almost not believing the words himself but just put it down to his tired situation.

"Or, I could sleep right here where I stand." Petty’s voice showing a heavy body of serious overture to it.

"For one used to masters and commands, yer pretty demanding there stretch," Karli informed him her tone suddenly dropping to a single flat level.

"That room is mine. I don't sleep there. It smells of old scrolls and the candles I burnt reading them. They are the reason, I don't sleep here."

Offering a look of all seriousness, Karli took to the air, flying up to the balcony and disappearing into the master room. Moments later she reappeared above, cloak in hand.

"If you wish to rest here, be it upon your own head..." she warned him, leaping off the balcony and landing softly on the spongy ground before him. Pulling her cloak across her shoulders and fastening it, she took a defiant stance before heading towards her wolf.

"Just stay outta my room," she finished, mounting.

Petty blinked, his mind was clouded with thoughts and the biggest one was why did he want to stay out here? The incident in the master room had proven that there was a presence in this place which might dislike him being here, but he now wants to sleep around them?

Petty looked around the graveyard and with a sigh, curled up on the ground and fell to which appeared to be sleep very soon afterwards.

Don’t worry, we will see in that room!

Petty opened his eyes and sat up, in front of him stood a child-sized creature, it was hard to distinguish a sex to it. Scales and feathers adorned its frame, where they didn’t adorn it bone was seen.

"Hello," It spoke.

"…Hello"

"Get up!" It squealed.

Petty stood up and glanced down to find that he also was laying down.

"…" Pettys gaze found that of ‘the what’ he decided was a girl, and raised an eyebrow. "And what is going on here?”

"I’m sorry I hurt you! I just wanted to play," was all it said.

"I’m not dead so it is ok…"

"Erm, well, you are dead kinda."

"oh? Then, this is my dead body and I am a spirit?"

"I don’t know," it shrugged.

"Ok, so what do you want?"

"To play!"

"I don’t play games," Petty retorted.