Among all the still, almost thoughtless apparitions was one that seemed...out of place. Kari the werefox was romping around, seemingly looking for someone, as told by the nature of his glaces of the crowd. He never seemed to really touch the ground, his ghostly paws appearing to propell him around the space. Despite being a literal ghost, he seemed quite lively. Definitely more lively than anyone else in the room. Ever the case Motar hadn't met Kari while he was still alive, he would have at least heard Quincy mourning over his death for a good month or two.