Player: hi / hello A Ghostly Sage: Ah, I feel a mortal walks these ancient halls again. Pardon me, I barely noticed you. I am so lost in my thoughts. Player: god flower A Ghostly Sage: Do you have a god flower for me? Player: yes A Ghostly Sage: You cannot fool me, mortal. Player: job / thoughts A Ghostly Sage: I have to fulfil my duties. Player: name A Ghostly Sage: My name… it was so long since I last heard it… it seems to be erased from my memory. Player: duties / complex A Ghostly Sage: We sealed the doors to the inner sanctum using magic to make sure only the right keys could open them. Player: key A Ghostly Sage: The keys were lost, probably forever. Of course, I could search the spirit world for clues, but then … who cares about keys? … A Ghostly Sage: I rather spend my time reflecting about the philosophical nature of beauty. *sigh* If I only had a god flower. It is so hard to find a start without a sample. Player: pits / nightmare A Ghostly Sage: Ah yes, the Nightmare Knights and the Pits of Inferno. I vaguely remember these insignificant concepts … A Ghostly Sage: Ever since I died I have struggled to keep my superior mind intact by pursuing advanced metaphysical philosophy, but I do remember things about the time when we built this complex and locked its secrets and treasures away. Player: locked A Ghostly Sage: I cannot … tell you. I am dead since … oh, I do knot know … But I still remember my duties. Player: teleport / exit / out / help A Ghostly Sage: Are you stuck here…? Do you want me to bring you out of these cursed halls? Player: no A Ghostly Sage: Then stay here. Player: yes A Ghostly Sage: So be it. Travel well. Player: bye / farewell A Ghostly Sage: So where was I … ?