Giovanni looked about the area for any sign of activity. Maybe it was the fact that he had all of those stories in the back of his mind making his scales crawl, but he was willing to bet committing die above the shrine to a local spirit or deity would result in something odd happening. The sun was getting a lower and it wasn't doing wonders for the light levels out here, not that it caused him much issue. He could feel the air getting crisper, to the point he could barely make out his breath on the air, not quite freezing out but it was getting closer. He returned his gaze to the shrine, the small stone structure reminded him the classical architecture of the region but in small exaggerated form, and it had seen better days.
It was covered from foot to tip with dirt, leaves and small withering vines, leaving much of its two or so square foot size obscured at least partially. At this point he was caught up in his own thoughts and didn't really give much mind to her words and knelt down to get a better look. Under it's 'roof' there was small worn photo and a half melted candle, the photo was of a couple it seemed, though the elements had taken their toll on the old image, making it impossible to discern much else than that. The candle was a plain white one relatively thick, perhaps a couple inches in diameter if that, sitting on a rusted metal dish covered in wax and debris. If he had to guess, the one who hung above either brought the photo and candle before doing the deed, or perhaps their partner in the photo, whomever it was that didn't take their own life, brought these in some sort of memorial.
"Perhaps...?" He mumbled a little before reaching forward, his hand slowly getting covered by scales and his fingernails turning black and growing a couple inches to sharp points toward the candle. Carefully, he moved his tips of his pointer finger and thumb nails on either side of the wick and with a snap of electricity arcing between them, the wick ignited, casting its warm glow across the nearby forest floor, and a little up the tree it stood before. He stood and stepped back, still looking at the shrine as his hand returned to its human appearance. Nothing of note seemed to happen however for a few moments, but just as he opened this mouth to say 'Well it was worth a try.' The candle's light shifted from the golden orange hue of normal fire to a ghostly white flame.