[Forged— you know what, alright, this little sword spirit guy isn't even the weirdest individual in this castle. That award goes to the talking otter, or maybe every maniac desperate to bathe in blood for questionably sexual reasons.

That said, beyond straight goofy things like "haunted barrels" or the like, Anders is fairly certain this is a brand new concept, so-]

Oh— no, nothing like that. I was... I had a friend who was a spirit, once. I miss being able to talk to him.

[Ahem. There's absolutely nothing else to unpack in that, and Anders is a perfectly ordinary human with no Extraneous Souls. He shakes his head slightly.]

Not that I'm saying all spirits are the same— you know what I mean. Do you?

[maker open up the earth and swallow him whole smh]

—I'm Anders, by the way.