Spare Me, Masters, At Least Give A Discount! (3)

"Late of Gremut," Vathan continued, still staring at him, with an air that said he wasn't all in the present. "And now, of Cerkanst."

Perhaps Krow was influenced by the air of the temple, because a chill passed through him. Was this how ghostcallers found lost items?

Possibly not so funny, after all.

He didn't know much about ghostcallers. Was there even a guide? 

It was not a craftmaster class, and with the recommendations even now detailing the uselessness of subclasses in Redlands, how many people would have chosen it over the more useful picks like miner or blacksmith.

He only picked it because of the meatshield and scout potential.

He looked around at the empty temple.

The walls were decorated in reliefs and abstract statuary. The pale limestone of the walls was bare, not inted or tiled like the houses and towers of Rakaens. The pale cream color of the stone shone yellowish in the lamplight, like old bone.