"No idea," Soldat shrugs helplessly. "I inherited them from someone who... disappeared. So everything I know about them is. Guesswork."

The little ghost bobbles like it's on springs, more enthusiastically than they usually do, and stays put as if hoping for more.

"They don't eat and don't communicate, really, aside from following around and rattling their chains, but they don't hurt anything either. Just need a little love now and then." They're actually pretty fond of their odd little friend.