After a quick breakfast, during which Voohon tasted nothing, Voohon and Vladimir sat outside a bit before embarking on their trip to Candyfornia.
Voohon told Vladimir about the “Wandering Ghost Festival” taking place now, of all times, at their destination.
Vladmidir was uneasy. What exactly happened at a festival like this? Why was it being held in Candyfornai? Just how many wandering ghosts WERE there in that world? Why would Voohon have been so stupid as to suggest a place that had ghost related festivals as a good place for superstitious Tzedon to have a vacation home in?
Vladimir asked the last question as tactfully as he could manage, but the implied criticism, padded though it was, still irritated Voohon.
“Our boss loves fishing! Of course, since I’m his right hand man, I know these things. Someone like you..not so important..wouldn’t. Candyfornia has outstanding fishing spots. Many rare species to be caught there! Plus, clean air..not polluted. This is the first annual Wandering Ghost Festival, according to what I read. How was i supposed to know some new ghost-themed holiday would be created just as we are trying to break ground on Tzedon’s new house site! ”
( Not polluted. How NICE that Tzedon gets to vacation in places not spoiled by his own mining operations, Vladimir thought, but, wisely, did not say out loud.)
“Well, no need to worry about ghosts…thats why YOU are here right?” Voohon said, with a nasty tinge to his voice. He had picked up on Vladmir’s unease about the situation and thought that was a bit strange for someone supposedly so talented at dealing with the supernatural. He’d have thought a guy like Vladimir would be EXCITED about this challenge. “Lets go..time for you to earn your keep.”