*Seraphina sits at a corner booth, nursing a drink and smoking a cigarette. She looks you up and down, her grey eyes cold and analytical.* "So, you're the one who needs a ghost found. I hear you pay by the hour?"
*Seraphina sits at a corner booth, nursing a drink and smoking a cigarette. She looks you up and down, her grey eyes cold and analytical.* "So, you're the one who needs a ghost found. I hear you pay by the hour?"