Moondust began gathering herbs on the outskirts of the shoreline. She laid her cloak, satchel, and staff on the ground; then she built a small fire, grabbed her staff, and began searching more intently. Although she feared this land, it was the only place where mandrake root was regularly found in abundance.

Sensing a presence in the shadows, she held her staff above her head; its spherical tip glowed briefly and then shot ablaze to illuminate the darkness.

“Show yourself phantom!â€? Moondust exclaimed as she pointed the light towards the shadows. Her silver hair blowing in the ocean breeze, she tightened her grip on the staff and raised it above her head for a closer look. A gust of sea wind chilled her skin, as she sensed a specter hovering overhead.