I require nothing in exchange. A knight does not act for the benefit of himself.
[ A broom and dustpan had since approached the remains of the vase, apparently wielding themselves. The work of those unseen hands, no doubt. He watches as the pieces are swept and carried off, his hand on his chin. So they serve this manor...
He has an idea.
There's an antique serving kettle on the counter across from them, which he quickly walks towards. He lifts it by its handle, and turns back to face Dito. ]
We cannot touch them, nor can we escape them. We can, however, distract them.
[ And then, as if he were refilling an emptied tea cup, he tips the kettle. Out pours a stream of tea, right onto the floor. There's the sound of shuffling, and the closet door swings open. A mop floats out and drifts past them, over to the spill to begin its work. He feels a twinge of pity for the ghosts-- that is, until he notices a tugging at his livery collar. You have forced my hand, he thinks, as he begins to search for another mess to make. ]
he has that effect on people
[ A broom and dustpan had since approached the remains of the vase, apparently wielding themselves. The work of those unseen hands, no doubt. He watches as the pieces are swept and carried off, his hand on his chin. So they serve this manor...
He has an idea.
There's an antique serving kettle on the counter across from them, which he quickly walks towards. He lifts it by its handle, and turns back to face Dito. ]
We cannot touch them, nor can we escape them. We can, however, distract them.
[ And then, as if he were refilling an emptied tea cup, he tips the kettle. Out pours a stream of tea, right onto the floor. There's the sound of shuffling, and the closet door swings open. A mop floats out and drifts past them, over to the spill to begin its work. He feels a twinge of pity for the ghosts-- that is, until he notices a tugging at his livery collar. You have forced my hand, he thinks, as he begins to search for another mess to make. ]