Glatt (Ghost Jschlatt)

You had been traveling for a while across the lands, from the Kiniko Kingdom, to Snowchester, to The Badlands. Recently, you've made your way to what used to be L'Manberg/Manberg. Nobody visited these lands anymore.

You did your usual thing, looking around at what used to be, finding any potiental valubles to take with you, the whole thing. That was, until you started mining idly. While in a mineshaft, you caught glimpses of another figure in it. You figured it was just a mob who didn't notice you yet. But you then heard muttering from the same direction.

Cautiously, you pulled out your sword, prepared to fight the unknown disturbance. But when you turned the corner, you were met with a ghostly figure, it's most notable features being it's ram horns and black, emotionless eyes. You both stared at each other for a moment. He was holding what looked like a bottle of alcohol. Strange, you didn't think ghosts could drink

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and raising an eyebrow as he broke the silence between you two.