A Clash of Spirits

On a cold day of December in | Margaret Town, Cleopatra was taking a stroll around town after having dealt with a most dull mission involving some local theives that had been stealing from several of the townsfolk. She was bringing herself quite the attention as usual with her puppets walking closely just behind her, they didn't seem to speak much, infact they didn't seem to speak at all. Next to her was one of her Spirits that had made himself appear of his own accord, thus not using Cleopatra's own magical power to be there, it was Gomorrah, who had seemingly caught an interest in Spirit-Infused Humans, though they appear to be quite rare, Gomorrah wouldn't stop discussing about it. Cleopatra didn't mind however as her spirit did make them sound quite interesting. "If I only were to find a live specimen..." Gomorrah spoke out loud, continuing to ponder where he'd find one.