Chapter 205: The Judges of the Underworld Part II  

By the time the other noticed Shakespeare standing at the top of the steps leading into the Palace of Scales, the Valley of the Wraith Kings seemed like a ghost land, and not literally as most of the ghosts had temporarily run away to some other part of the Abyssal Plains that hadn't yet been disrupted by the players of Adventour. 

"What's he saying?" Jaybird asked. 

"I think he's speaking an archaic English dialect from the Elizabethan period of the mid fifteen hundreds," Mr. Phantasm explained. 

"Yeah, sure, but, uh," Jaybird glanced over at Mr. Phantasm who looked like he was trying to pay attention to whatever nonsense Shakespeare was rhyming, "you knowing all of that, does it mean you understand him?" 

"I…" Mr. Phantasm's face fell. "No… I can't…"