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The ghost knight wails mournfully, and gazes into your eyes. A hollow, echoing
voice seems to speak to you from inside your head:

<Long has it been since a mortal has visited me, in this once-proud ruin. The
 wererats infesting the keep wisely avoid me-- even though I am dead and bound
 to this room, I am still able to fight. It has been over five hundred years
 since I have talked with a mortal. Once, I was the commander of this keep-- a
 staging ground for the forces of light. It was overrun partway through the
 Great War, when the host of darkness was on the march through this area, on
 their way to Silvermere. We were quickly defeated, even though our forces were
 similar in size, as the incarnation of the Dark One was leading them. He was
 unstoppable, wielding dark magics far beyond the power of any mere mortal.>

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