we scare because we don't care

Her casual threat made it impossible for him to resist the retort, "That's precious, princess." But now at least he knew she was ready; a fact further solidified when she plopped down like a petulant child and refused to be moved by any other means than dragging or story telling. If it didn't serve to further the greater plot Jupiter would have jumped at the chance to drag her while contrarily ignoring the easier way out simply because it was what she wanted. And he would not have been dragging her to Fireside, mind you, but to the river because it seemed a more fitting end and he sure would have gotten a kick out of it. But alas, it was story time.

Very pleased with himself, Jupiter sat down hard. He sighed loudly for Pestilence's benefit. Since her back was to him she missed his smug expression, which he quickly hid lest it color his story-telling tone and give her a reason to be suspicious. "My grandpa used to tell me stories about this place. About a white witch that lived here. Crazy ass woman who used to run around plucking out eyes and shit for fun when she was alive. She'd fuck up anyone for any reason or no reason at all if she felt like it. So, naturally, she makes a whole lot of angry spirits because they died horribly, you know? Really fills the place up with ghosty, revenge-seeking fuckers. They try but they never get her. She's too smart for 'em. Eventually she does die, though. So all them spirits are still here and got like, ghosty blue balls and shit, so what's an angry ghost to do about it other than trying to bust one in whoever ventures in? So travelers gotta deal with those fuckers, but that's not all."

Jupiter let his gaze fall to the ground, his expression thoughtful, and he started to scratch the shape of a woman in the dirt with his claws. "Nah, this forest has seen too much shit for that to be all. Valentine says this was that witch's favorite place. Had a pack here, or something. So naturally she's here too, doing all the same shit as before whenever she gets the chance." He shrugged nonchalantly and looked up to see if Pestilence had turned around yet. "Sounds like a bunch of shit, right? I thought so when Valentine told me about it." He gave the figure in the dirt a scowl and jagged teeth and then looked up at Pestilence again. His expression was dead serious. "I've seen 'em both. I've... They..." Jupiter trailed off, seeming flustered. "We just gotta go, alright? They won't bother me anymore but you're exactly their type."