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Gandalf never had this kind of problem.
He had exactly this problem, actually, standing in front of the hidden Dwarf door to Moria. Remember when...
I sighed. Sometimes my inner monologue annoys even me.
"Edro, edro," I muttered. "Open." I rubbed at the bridge of my nose and ventured, "Mellon."
Nothing happened. The wards stayed. I guessed the Corpstaker had never read Tolkien. Tasteless bitch.

Of course cats, Sir Stuart said, his voice faintly amused. As far as I can tell all cats. But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present. One rarely gets a reaction from them.

"So, who are you?" I asked. "And how can you help me?"
"You want to call me something, call me Captain. Or Jack."
"Or Sparrow?" I asked.