Sabine noticed the murmur and wondered at it but took no offense. After a decade of working through countless issues with spirits from hundreds of cultures, she tended to accept anything that wasn't outright threatening in stride. Instead, she had a sip of her own beer--not her personal preference, but it tended to be less risky than wine or spirits in a new place.

"Ghosts make surprisingly good scouts. Especially ghosts that were gourmands in their lifetime." Sabine laughed and manifested Sal, who of all of her spirits had the most pronounced features owing to his powerful sense of selfhood. He swept a bow that was no less graceful for the portliness of his figure and dipped his head. "He says he's charmed to meet you. Molly, meet Sal."