"Ghost ladies?"
The word sparked the interest of all the companions as they exchanged glances. Bruto spoke bluntly,
"Where are those damned creatures? It was them who stole my father's soul here, and I have a lot of scores to settle with them..."
"Your father was not the first victim of the ghost ladies," the Elves captain sighed, "and now you are victims too, and there will be more to come."
"That's not necessarily true." Bruto crossed his arms over his chest, "Our strength is quite formidable, as you saw with the corpse of that Medusa..."
"I do not doubt your strength, but compared to those ghost ladies, I'm afraid it is still..."
