This whole place was cursed.  And there was damned little that he could do about it.  Long fingers itched for his censer, but Benedek knew it would be a bad idea here.  He was quite outnumbered, and even the dead could still hold sway over the living.  So the man ambled among the caravan, shying away from the dead as much as possible.  But his eyes were always moving, seeking weaknesses.  Perhaps Benedek would also find allies here, or at least be able to prevent the corruption of more innocents.  Gypsies themselves he did not mind, they and the Hazan people shared quite a few similarities. 

Pausing at a wagon in the middle of a clear area, he peered into the darkness.  Someone pressed a stone into his hand, and Benedek looked down.  It was a small child with its mouth sewn shut.  It pointed at the ghost he could now see floating in the darkness.  Then his eyes narrowed, Benedek simply did not have time for such silly games.  Dropping the stone, he turned and left.  There had to be someone here that was not tainted…

While the forest had always been known to be terrifying to those that generally lived outside the island, the rumored caravan that roamed it only added to the spooky atmosphere. It however, didn't really phase the woman that descended upon it. Her appearance was both beautiful yet gloomy as if she herself was a ghost lurking in the woods. She worn a flowing crimson dress, its skirts and slippers dirtied by the earth and leaves below. Her white locks woven into a messy, loose bun with a couple of strains in the front; grey eyes looked up and forward towards the caravan. The apparitions that surrounded it weren't nothing for her to be afraid of; in another life she could recall being somewhat related to these sort of beings. Vertigo could only smile delightfully as she observed the gypsies dancing about, both human and the undead alike as well as the other creatures brought to these grounds.

Her eyes were eventually caught by the sight of a man nearby, a feeling of mystery surrounded him and she found it quite fetching. He did look good enough to eat. However, something was dropped from his hand before he started to depart from the festivities. Coming across the object, she scooped it up into her possession and studied it carefully. It was something that she expected out of humans- taking everything at face value and never really understanding the meaning beneath the appearance. It was something she loved to exploit when it came to hunting and feeding- her victims never looked beyond her pretty looks and led themselves to their own doom by temptation. They made it all too easy. Rolling the stone around the palm of her hand, she glided over behind the man and pale lips curled up into a smile, wondering how he would taste should she ever get the chance…

"I take it you are not here to enjoy the fun here, Sir?", she questioned with the faintest hint of coyness in her voice. Had he merely stumbled here? If not, then what else would he possibly be doing out in a place like this if neither were the case? Without awaiting for an answer, Vertigo spun around and threw the rock over towards the ghost which passed through his arm.