"Which ghost?" The old man raises his eyes, surprised, then looks at himself and sighs. "Ah, right... Somethin

"Which ghost?" The old man raises his eyes, surprised, then looks at himself and sighs. "Ah, right... Something won't let me rest in peace... Did I anger Erastil? No, that wasn't that..." The old man's eyes widen, and he snaps his fingers — it makes no sound. "Ah, I remember now! It's these... lights, they're the reason! They keep creeping out of the well, whispering, hissing, and ruining my sleep! Aye, it's all because of them!"