A rich poet

Filardent

It may be hard to believe, but I was rich when I was alive. This is partly why my sweetheart murdered me. She didn't want me to squander my fortunes with some courtesan wearing a flimsy dress, but eh... Let's not say one more word on this quite appalling aspect of my death. Nevertheless, there must still be a fortune in my former house, since my wife was arrested shortly after my death. I can tell you how to find it, but in exchange I would like you to execute a mission for me. I want to understand why part of my identity has been mixed up with therianic energy. Honestly, I don't believe I'm one of those common ghosts haunting the earth to get revenge, or for some equally ridiculous purpose. However, if I'm caught between two worlds, there must be a reason. Maybe you could get information about that from someone in Halmvik, since I can't go there myself. Don't worry, I'll express my gratitude properly.