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• Were you hunting wild animals?
• You were hunting a fugitive from justice.
• Of course! Gale Stormsend, the wind rider that terrorized the Sage Lands. I remember I never did find it, but I heard others managed to slay it. Good, I can finally rest.
• My husband! Where is my husband? His name is Aaron. I can't find him, and I don't know where I am. I can't remember even where I came from. Help me, please.
• Did you come from Majesty's Rest?
• Perhaps you're from Druid's Overlook?
• Where you from the Sage Lands?
• Does Ventari's Refuge ring any bells?
• Ventari's Refuge? Wait, I remember. Yes! It was, but I still don't feel at peace. I must know, what was I doing there?
• You were a collector, trading trophies for goods.
• You were a merchant. You had a shop, steady customers, everything.
• You taught combat skills to inexperienced adventurers. Does that sound right?
• You were a smith of some kind. Armor, or maybe weapons.
• Yes, that's it. My husband and I both traded in Ancient Eyes! Wait...I sense him. He's so close. Oh, thank you. Thank you for helping me remember.
• You have to help me. This pain, it gnaws at me still, even beyond the grave. I must know what causes it!
• Perhaps you have regrets about your life.
• You suffered a grievous wound, one that cuts deep even after death.
• You died from poisoning, and it still infects your spirit.
• Your expectations of the afterlife failed to live up to the reality.
• That's it! But how can something like that still torment me?
• It's a magical poison, one that kills your body and then sickens your spirit.
• It was given to you by a loved one who betrayed your trust.
• It was a poison you gave yourself, ending your own life.
• You were poisoned by a rival, and you seek revenge.
• I would never...oh, wait. It was the stew. I thought I'd be courageous and mix a few extra spider legs into the pot. Ugh, my head. Maybe if I sleep this off a while longer...
• I don't think that will help.
• Who's there? Where am I? Why can't I see? Please, help me.
• It's okay. I won't hurt you. Maybe your sight has diminished due to age.
• You are surrounded by darkness...maybe even shadows.
• You've lost your eyes due to carrion birds.
• You're buried deep in the ground, far from the light. It makes sense you can't see.
• I sense that you're right. But what are these shadows? Where have they come from?
• Could it be the veil that separates this world and the Mists?
• Maybe it's a powerful spell, surrounding you with darkness?
• They are beings of pure darkness and are rallying against you.
• You are seeing the remnants of otherworldly creatures.
• Yes, I was once a collector, and these are the shadowy remnants I traded in. Now that I know them for what they are, I can rest. Thank you.
• Sleep once more, spirit.
• I am dead, but I'm not at rest? Why do I still linger? Help me find the answer, please.
• You're waiting for someone close to you, and they haven't appeared yet.
• Did someone or something disturb your grave?
• Perhaps you have been cursed by an enemy to forever wander.
• Maybe you were murdered, and you are seeking revenge.
• Murder. Oh Gods, I was murdered. I can remember fragments...him throwing me to the floor, his hands over my mouth and nose, engulfing darkness. But why? Who killed me? Why do I still linger here?
• You were the victim of a business deal gone bad.
• A former lover of yours did it, a crime of passion.
• You discovered something dangerous to people in power, and they silenced you.
• You stood up for your beliefs, and you were killed for them.
• I remember now, he tried to swindle me. When I discovered his scheme, he attacked me. The only solace I have is that he must be dead by now. Perhaps that is enough. Thank you, dear friend.
• That sounds easy enough, then. I'm on it.