Player: hi / hello
The Crone: Be greeted, Mogh… mortal.
Player: name
The Crone: I don’t remember my name, neither my days as a mortal.
Player: job / mortal
The Crone: Once I was Vashresamun’s favourite handmaid. But I have fallen from grace and now I’m exiled from her tomb.
Player: grace / fallen / exiled
The Crone: Don’t ask about it, mortal. Memories bring too much grief.
Player: vashresamun
The Crone: I mourn the dark day I was exiled from her tomb.
Player: tomb
The Crone: Her tomb is sealed and can only be entered with a certain melody.
Player: melody
The Crone: Vashresamun erased the memory of the tune from my mind, I only remember its name: The Secret of the Rose Garden.
Player: bye / farewell
The Crone: Good bye.