Ragnar smiled back, unphased by the look he was getting and what it might mean.
"It is always wise to fear things, though. Even when you understand them, there is never any shame in fearing something. Fear keeps us alive," he replied with a shrug. "Is there anyone with the armor? Perhaps they have wandered off-" Ragnar was quite sure that the ghosts wandered around. He would, were he dead. He'd want a change of scenery.
"I must go and check on Athelstan shortly. My puppy. I may take him for a walk. But if you are still here when I get back I shall see you. If not-" Ragnar pulled a business card from his inner pocket and passed it over. "You can call me. Or email me. Whatever is easier for you."