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 ... ?