The scientist in her overpowering the fear, Tock immediately grabbed her quill and started recording the experience: Cold. Pulsey. Shimmery. Wanted to discuss politics... She didn't know much about ghosts, aside from the stories people told to scare children. But a political ghost was just TOO strange of an experience for her to ignore. And he was rather... polite, for a ghost. So she pushed her fear down into a cold place deep in her gut, where it made her a bit nauseous, and forced herself to continue. "Ahh..." she muttered, sitting down since her legs didn't seem keen on continuing to hold her up just then. She readied herself to take notes on anything he said, and asked, "Umm... Mistah Ghost-Person-Guy... Whazzer think 'bout, fer the Sailor's Guild an' stuff what when famine 'appened... O' maybe 'at's not a good question," she scratched her head, pondering it. "I mean, ya dun eat... Does ya? What so as ya ain't knows fer 'ow everybody were starvin' last Spring... O' does ya?" She wasn't sure if a ghost ate (she didn't think it likely, but then, she also hadn't expected to be discussing politics with a ghost, either). "What I means is," she said, trying to put her jumbled thoughts into words, "weren't people been pissed at the Sailors peoples, what fer not bringin' 'nough food? So's as, what 'ey wouldn't be so, whatchacaller, good an' powerful no more? Cause fer 'ey petched up what good?" She really should have been paying more attention to this stuff all along. But she realized now that, despite how important the harbor and such was to the city, if they had failed and were possibly losing favor with Zeltivans, then maybe they shouldn't be represented in her monument. |