Ghost Echoes: Game 3
Helena’s notes:
“Yesterday I was introduced to a Stranger by the name of Sebastion. He seems at home here, taking my presence in stride. In what might have passed for a rather unremarkable moment were we not meeting within the Echo of The Devil’s Midwife, I witnessed him grasp at a phantom glass only to come away with a finger of whiskey from the bar. I wonder: if Rigney were tending to the dishes on the other side might he have turned, confused, to find the glass missing and his best bottle of brown short one pour? This requires further study.
As I pondered this, William arrived, looking a bit less agitated than previous. Perfect timing as I’d been meaning to offer him a proposal. I relayed Stazia’s request and he and Sebastion both seemed excited by the prospect of pulling one over on the Rail Jacks and, by extension The Wardens. Sebastion was especially intrigued and offered his services as a spirit speaker right then and there. Of course! He came off as a more worldly sort but I’ve heard rumors of Tycherosi whispers and their odd methods.
In any case, a shipment of charged spirit bottles is just what I need to further my research into the manipulation of hollow vessels. The Sisters have offered a fair sum for one in particular, more than enough to catch the interest of my new compatriots. It’s been so long since I’ve ridden the train to Whitehollow. Different times.
William, still manic from our previous encounter, offered up some rumors he’d heard about a dice game the Jacks play when most of the passengers are asleep. I’m not usually one for deception but perhaps I can stand to leverage a few pinches of Spark in a game of chance. Regardless, William seems especially adept at worming his way into peoples … good graces, and he seems convinced that stealing the keys to the vault car will be a trivial matter once the Jacks are sufficiently loaded.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but there’s something about this that has me excited. Ghosts, trains, the graces of Stazia and the Dimmer Sisters, and myself, right in the middle of it all. I used to read stories like this and laugh them off as the musings of bored poets but hear I am, Helena: Doctor. Ghost-friend. Train robber.
I write this as we wait at the station, headed to Whitehollow. The ride there should be enough time to case the train. We make our move on the trip back.
Doskvol, I’ll see you again soon.”