All of a sudden your small group is attacked by ghostly spectral figures. The guard draws his sword and rushes the figures while urging you to run. "Fly you fool."
*Meddlesome conscience prompts me to instead stay and fight. I experimentally try to siphon energy from one of the shades, hoping that it will accomplish something and that the scout won't notice*
You succeed in drawing power from the shade allowing you to control it. The shade is drawing back it's arrow and shoots the remaining shade about to kill the scout. Then the shade crumbles into dust.
*shrugs* Honestly?
More trouble than I'm worth. You should go rejoin your group; apparently I can handle myself out here. Thank you for your guidance.
*beckons Conner and turns to leave*