Here, they are, at times, the spirits of the departed, but there are also river spirits, and spirits of intellect, courage, etc. They find mortal curious, from my experience, and some want what we have.

[Dorian grimaces at the suggestion of slaughtering this animal. It isn't as though he hasn't gutted something with the intent to eat it, but...nothing quite so large.]

I can certainly whip us up a fire, but I'm not butchering the beast. [He smiles, though, raising a hand and willing his magic into service, crystals of ice forming in the palm of his hand.] Shall I make it an easier target?