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In a sorrowful voice the ghost whispers, "Dearest friend I beg of thee, thou art my only hope in this venture." His form distorts as he relives a memory of long ago. "Many centuries have passed since that fateful day, when my house was invaded by a wicked mage. By wits and guile he took me prisoner, and then with a sword old as time, took my life." Tears of things long past appear on his ghostly face. "I know not what gods deem me to live forever, cold and forgotten, but I wish to only be warmed by the vision of my fair lady, lost in sorrow by the angels who called for her long ago. Bring to me a golden locket, found in my den. In return I shall reward thee with what I have of my treasure, for no one has yet to find where it is hid, nor shall they ever."
With that he dismisses you, turning to his ghostly thoughts.

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