There seems to be a new option in the forgotten quarter, and maybe elsewhere:
An Evening Constitutional
The evening is hardly damp at all: perfect for a short constitutional. Mists coil thickly at the foot of Watchmaker’s Hill. London blurs into a brutish pile of silhouettes, her chimneyed shoulders aglow with wisps of lamplight.
The mist disgorges a six-legged shape, which resolves into a pale man leading a limping, black horse. His cheeks are sunken. His eyes are wild and red. His hand trembles at the reins. A Prim Baronet!
He clutches your arm. "Substance! You are real! Thank God. I must ask you a question, Sir, and I beg you to indulge me:" he takes a shuddering breath. "Do you believe in ghosts?"
has anyone seen this, or taken any of it’s options, or is it a ghost of a story that is haunting me alone?
edited by Grenem on 4/29/2015