As the party prepared to rest and sleep, wind came up from the sea. And not long after, sentries rose alarm. A ship was approaching the beach with really big man standing on the prow. And behind this ship other boats appeared as if they were forming from wind, sea and starlight.
"They are like the ships of souls from sailors' tales" whispered Maire.
One by one, the ships quietly landed on the beach and their crews gathered and walked to the village. It was clearly visible now that there were basically 3 kinds of them. The big one with double size of a man, few of the normal size and the rest were small, about two thirds of norm. They entered the village and started to do their chores like it was the most casual thing. Some of the small people got to their houses and set small fires inside, while others under guidance of the middle sized started various works. One group set to clean the basin while another went to the temple. And the big one sat on the building, which turned out to be rather some kind of chair, and slowly turned his head left and right overseeing the whole settlement. They all paid little attention to party camped near their village. Only occasionaly some of them laid their eyes upon watching adventurers or pointed fingers at them.
"Tell me, Pontiff, can Shadow world preserve memories of people long gone as well as memories of things?"