"I've met the idiot in the mask and, honestly, I don't know what she sees in him. But that's none of my business." He shrugged as he went back to his knapsack, bending over to pick it up and unintentionally giving the twins a solid view of his rear end. He started rooting around in it, retrieving the tablet and opening it up. "There really is someone out there for everyone, I suppose."

He turned back towards the De Spells, fingers deftly working the touch screen as he pulled up his notes.

"The main complaints center around a female specter that can be seen at midday. She's lured in two of the villagers so far but one managed to get away. Said he was drawn in by her singing." He glanced up at the twins. "Initially sounds like a banshee until you take into account the 'midday' portion, so I'm inclined to think she's a noonwraith. The villagers aren't hearing it though. They think it's some sort of curse you've put on the grounds she haunts."