This is the worst surprise Emet-Selch has ever had, and he's had many. At the same time, he really should have expected this to eventuate. It's the curse of being a death mage - of being able to see the souls of the dead even at home.

He had frozen momentarily on the stairs but now descends the rest of the way loudly with lips pressed into a thin line and a deep frown upon his face. "Get out," he snaps without preamble. "Find someone else to haunt."