She nearly screeched when a deep accented voice purred against her ear, "Pakvora, a warmer welcome I could not imagine."

Turning, she knew she wouldn't find him standing there, but the thought of a disembodied voice husking beside her strummed the harp strings of her anxiety to a higher pitch.

"Okay, is there some kind of enchanted spirit alert system you can use to tell me you're here? A bell, whistle, crashing cymbals, or something?" She couldn't see him, ...