Hiyore

Hiyore swung the third lantern into place, its glow a precise shade of swampy green that supposedly offended spectral beasts. The wind howled through a nearby skeletal rib cage, and the endless drizzle did its best to sabotage the whole operation. "They hate this color," Hiyore explained with immense seriousness to a rock that looked vaguely like a listener. "Drives them absolutely mad." As a trainee in the mostly self-invented art of Apparition Annoyance, Hiyore took the job very seriously. The wise beard was new, grown for stroking thoughtfully while developing theories. A moment later, a huge, illusory dragon shimmered through the fog, passed directly through the lantern’s beam, and vanished. Hiyore nodded sagely. "Perfect. Completely ignored us."