Runeword: the Awakening of the Spiritspeaker

"You're as pale as a dead man." Boss Horn, a hunched, bald old man, narrowed his cloudy eyes and looked at him, "Don't tell me that you tasted phantom mushrooms again." "No, sir, I'm just... A little dizzy." Eric lied and took the silver coin handed by the customer. When his fingers touched the metal, a blurry picture suddenly flashed into his mind: This silver coin once belonged to a crying woman, and she handed it to a man in black robes on a rainy night... Eric suddenly retracted his hand and the silver coins clinked to the ground. The customers and Horn looked at him strangely. "Yes, I'm sorry, my hand slipped." He stammered an apology, his heart pounding as he bent down to pick up the silver coins. What was that just now? Hallucination? Still...