Lann ignored the spirit body's complaints.
Introducing to Geralt and Lincoln: "Curse Master of the Great Marsh, Comicus."
While speaking, Lann tapped his chest with his thumb, looking quite proud: "Didn't I say? After so many trips, I've made some friends."
"Hello," the Curse Master's voice was old and slow, "Ah, to see two living people who haven't turned into zombies, that's quite rare."
Comicus's spirit body moved casually, while Lincoln and Geralt keenly noticed that its movement and range seemed completely unrelated to the parchment.
Moreover, the characters on the parchment had vanished, seemingly consumed.
"This is my friend." Lann stood beside the Elder Curse Master, subtly using his stance and gestures to increase the trust Lincoln and Geralt had in the spirit body.
"He taught me the Curse Techniques, so we're kind of like apprentice and master."
