Spirits like Baring, who was intelligent and quick to understand, only needed to be told what to do once. After reaching Tier Five, her Soul Power could interact with physical objects, making chores like cleaning and organizing a breeze. She was infinitely more useful than the Skeleton Servants and zombies, which could only follow simple commands.
'Too bad I only have three spirits.'
'Next time I'm back in Lakefront Town, I could discuss it with Priestess Mother and try to convince her to let me recruit a few more Ancient Elf spirits from the ruins.'
'Considering my current relationship with Priestess Mother, plus that whole "mother-son" dynamic, I'm sure we can work something out…'
But enough of that. In the captain's quarters, Lynch sat in the large leather chair that once belonged to Frost Throat Hosen. While sipping tea prepared by Baring, he took out his portable Magic Mailbox and, with a SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, quickly wrote several Magic Letters.
