窶熱y salute to you, gentle travellers. What is it that brings you to this sad place?窶 Says Lord Duncan窶冱 spirit.
窶埜e were sent by your wife窶 you reply softly, showing the signet ring. 窶粘he窶冱 looking for you...窶
窶尿las, you won窶冲 bring any good news to my spouse窶 the spectre replies with sad humour. 窶祢 was ambushed: my escort destroyed, myself slain from behind, my precious sword stolen while still in its sheath.窶
窶埜e promised your wife to recover the sword窶 you suggest slowly.
窶乃hen go to the Black Tower. It was an orc, the chieftain of Lord Cornelius窶冱 own, who killed me. He took the sword away, as a gift to him.窶
窶埜e shall march, enter the Black fortress, and fetch the sword窶 you promise.
The spirit answers with a last, whispered breath: 窶悩ou have my blessing. May the gods look at you with favor窶ｦ窶
