Queasy Fox

Kralla bent over Barnabas and helped him to his feet. "Are you alright?" Barnabas nodded.

"Yes. Sorry, I'm. Er... They make me feel so sick. I'm really sensitive to bound spirit creatures like those." He gestured at the piles of bones, rusty swords and rotten armour.

"So, wait... Are you telling me that when you get close..."

"Yeah... I start throwing up. It was one of the reasons I was at the monastery."

"One?"

Barnabas sighed heavily, and took a swig at the water bottle Kralla had in her giant paw.

"Yeah... There's another reason..."

"Oh?"

"They like me... Lots!"