Ongomi is elated that the peculiar green woman would speak to him. He continues, Well, you see, I was the foremost warrior of my village for many years. I took many heads and won my people hundreds of battles. One battle did not go my way, it must've been sorcery that killed me, as no man has thrown a spear as true as the one that finally killed me. My killers took my skull, and I spent many moons wandering the spirit realm looking for my body. Eventually, I found my head, so to speak. After many years of confinement in museums, some of which burned down very mysteriously -Haha!- I seem to have wound up in this green and grassy place. That wheel-thingy, weird spirits in this place, eh?
Ongomi felt around with his spirit, tracing the outline of the surrounding group.
In any case, yeah. That janitor got quite a start. Needless to say he very rudely dropped me after I introduced myself and fled the scene. I didn't see him again, but my case wasn't opened for cleaning anytime after that, except for some light dusting.