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.