"You really aren't missing anything." Bryn said as she crinkled her nose. The floating tentacled beast didn't seem impressive. Just creepy. Her eyes cut away from the ghost to rustling of leaves. She sheathed her sword, the spectres didn't seem to bother with such things. Why waste energy on alerting the very creature you were stalking?
Also the ghost in question didn't seem change it's path. So either it was the sort that hand not noticed it's death or just didn't care about the humanish sort. "They have to spend energy to be seen by you. Tell me, do you have any thing made of iron around your home?"