“Mwita won’t tell me anything. He says to ask you,” she said. “Rumor had it that you blanketed a town in a black mist after they tried to harm you. That you turned their water to bile. And you’re really a ghost sent to the lands to wash away our evils.” I laughed, “Where did you hear all this?” “Travelers,” she said. “In towns some of us visit for supplies. On the wind.”
