It felt like pure energy was being forced down his throat, and Ghede found it hard to breathe. Spirits were clamoring for his attention, for his guidance, and he wanted to help all of them. But he couldn't if they kept swarming him like that, all speaking at once and making it nearly impossible to focus.
He was dimly aware of Halle next to him, and that was comforting. A barrier between himself and the spirits was appreciated as he forced himself to focus. His shields had to come back up, or at the very least, not be so open anymore. He reached within himself and found that strength, and with it, the chorus of voices lessened.
He pushed himself up off the ground, his eyes glowing brightly. The shadow he cast wasn't his at all, it was shorter and black as night. And wearing his top hat, of course. He sighed and cracked his neck, turning to face the crowd. "Like the lady said," he rumbled, power laced through his words. "One at a time, please."