He didn't mind the audience, so long as she did what he asked. But they were, of course, interrupted by the ghost he sought to question. But he had prepared, and River managed to catch her before they both fell. A grin crossed his face at seeing the bird, he had already decided he liked this woman. Companions like that only helped. "Hello to you both. Is Elata a phoenix? I've never gotten to see one," he asked, a quiet excitement in his voice. It was impossible to miss the color of the bird's feathers, and River's intense curiosity was piqued. He allowed himself the few moments of distraction, but once his question had been answered, he turned his attention back to the ghost.
Tracing one more character, one that served as a translation rune, River's face was completely serious as he started to ask his questions. "Who are you, and why was your process left unfinished?" he said, calmly, watching the ghost. It writhed and twisted within the containment, but his blood compelled it to answer. "I was called Nishem, and I was beloved of a noble here. When I died in childbirth, he wanted to have me buried properly. But the priests were corrupt, they took his money, and left my body unfinished. So here I linger," her answer came, barely above a whisper. But there was sorrow and anger clear in her voice, and River could sense that it was not aimed at him.
"Do you know what happened here? How the curse came to linger here, and raise the dead?" River asked, still trying to piece the story together. But the ghost only shook her head. she explained. It wasn't much of an answer, but it fit with the pieces of legend that River already knew about of this area. "I know not. Only that I think it is the priests' fault. They did not take care of my body, they hid the sacrifices that were supposed to
go to the gods. It is their fault. And I do not know that it can be
righted," she said with a gesture that seemed to mirror a sigh. Considering the situation, River knew he would not be able to learn much more from this woman. He would have to find one of the priests and question him. "I can offer you peace, Lady Nishem. If you wish, I can end your suffering," he offered, knowing it would make his goal harder, but it was the right thing to do.
She hesitated only a moment, then nodded. "Please… I have nothing to wait for, and I cannot move on without help. Please help me…" she said, trailing off. River nodded, then bowed to the ghost. He turned his attention to Mirannda, and said "This may be strange for you to watch, but please don't interrupt. I will explain once I've finished," he said, then dipped his finger in the blood pooled in his cut hand. He drew another rune, and chanted in a liquid tongue, one he had learned from the library in Arri. Once he finished drawing the pair of runes, the ghost threw her head back and vanished. There was peace in her eyes. River dropped to a knee, chest heaving and it was clear the ritual had exhausted him.