"I, uh, I don't know, this place is disorienting," James admitted, trying his best to pinpoint the voice that had some sentience instead of whatever these ghost beings were whispering. "I'm James...James Sunderland, and you?"

If this was a real person, there would be a name behind it. Even through the low hum of the forest and the occassional click or hiss from his token, James was alert but not immediately violent through it out.