[As Meteion and Prompto pick up their candles, the flames ignite on their own, casting a faint and warm glow. Prompto's sword seems perfectly ready to be drawn and slash if need be, but there's something about it that feels very familiar with this sort of setting, all the same. It doesn't seem bothered by the supposed ghosts at all.
Aymeric catches one of the pieces of paper, and as he looks it over, he'll find this.]
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Aymeric catches one of the pieces of paper, and as he looks it over, he'll find this.]