"Nyrissa!" The ghost snarled, and if we didn't already know he was a ghost, we would have then, his face conto

"Nyrissa!" The ghost snarled, and if we didn't already know he was a ghost, we would have then, his face contorting in ways that would have broken a real elf's skull. Behind him, the fog swirled, forming an image of a beautiful elven city. He jabbed a finger at it. "Look! See my kingdom? See what she destroyed? All of it, gone! And why? Just to add one more grain of dust to the Nymph Queen's chalice!" He shrieked, a sound full of madness and sorrow that seemed to stab through our ears and into our brains. "And now she binds me here, as a bauble for her servants to squabble over!" So then we...