[ In fairness, there's not much else for them to do while they wait for a lull in the storm enough to go find better shelter. May as well fill the time with idle chatter. It's that, or awkward silence, and Red doesn't prefer that. ]

I find it likely there are ghosts in every world. But the one I come from is called Earth, and the place I was before this was called New Eden Town. A cursed place, I'm afraid. Blighted by the narrow-minded fear of its people.

[ His eyes are distant, and there is a deep sadness that flickers in them, a tension in his jaw that trembles, caught in a different place and time before he remembers where he is.

Red shakes his head, and waves a hand. ]

But we needn't speak of such things; it's far away now.

I'm a Banisher. Have you such folks where you're from?