Forest

Marty frowns. He wasn't used to being threatened to do things. Not like he minded though, she was right. He needed to rest until his leg was better. Which it was. He just needed to lie down and rest for a bit to let his body get more flexible with the new limb. Perhaps he ought to see if Vidalia needed help? Nah, he'd be more of a pain than anything. He didn't think hunting for ghosts to be any kind of fun. He had enough ghost problems at The Sleeping Goblin. Though those were being fixed. Hopefully. The young man sighs and pockets the letter. He'll then head off to his cabin and start to take a nap.