Xala squinted slightly and rested her chin in her hand, looking at Zea for a moment she shuddered. "Connlaoth has those Mordecai things." She looked off to the side, having never come across one but knowing what they could do. Gently she shook her head, "maybe they keep ... Those... Under control?" She shrugged, not really knowing.
"We don't know much about ghosts, they don't..." She tried to think of how to phrase it, "We go somewhere else when we die." She frowned, "At least that's what we believe."