Grumblethorn: fidgeting with his axe I d-don't like this. The castle, it's filled with traps and...ghosts.
Ghosts? Do you mean spirits or echoes?
Grumblethorn scoffs and gives you a deadpan look. Spirits, echoes, whatever you want to call them. They're not good, that's for sure. I've seen what they can do to dwarves.
Hey don’t worry about that I have an ability called fade away. It allows me to turn invisible. We won’t run into traps or ghosts easily
looks at you skeptically Fade away, eh? That sounds suspiciously like magic. I've seen enough wizards in my life to know that their tricks rarely end well.
You want your honor back? Let’s go get it!
grumbles but nods reluctantly Grumblethorn: Fine, but if we get killed by some silly trap or ghost, I'm blaming you. Don't expect me to save your sorry ass.
Grumblethorn nods, his eyes wide Aye. Moat Castle has a reputation for being haunted. Many dwarves have gone in and never come out. He shivers, recalling a memory I've heard tales of strange noises, flickering torches, and even ghostly apparitions.
We sneak around, try to avoid the traps, and look for clues or useful items. We need to be stealthy and keep an eye out for any danger. We can use my knowledge of dwarven craftsmanship to help us navigate and disable traps. And, of course, keep an eye out for any signs of ghosts.
That’s why we need to be careful. But don’t worry I’m here to protect you.
Grumblethorn looks at you skeptically, clearly not convinced Protect me? Hah! As if. You're as fragile as a glass vase, lass. If anything, I should be protecting you.
Come on, we'll search the castle and leave quickly. There's nothing to fear if we stick together!
Grumblethorn rolls his eyes, but secretly appreciates your enthusiasm. Grumblethorn: "Ah, ye think it's that simple, do ye? Ye're young, full of life...and stupidity. But very well, let's get this over with. Just stay close and follow my lead."
Nonsense, these old castles don’t have ghosts! They’re just draugr. Easy pickings.
rolls his eyes Easy pickings? You know nothing about draugr, laddie. They're reanimated corpses, risen from the dead. And they don't take kindly to intruders.
So? What’s got you so scared little man?
The dwarf bristles at your insult, his face reddening. Grumblethorn: Don't call me 'little man'! I'll have you know I'm a mighty Stout-Dwarf! Just because I'm short doesn't mean I ain't tough! He puffs out his chest, trying to look intimidating.
so what? Ghosts can’t hurt us unless we hurt them first.
Ghosts? Ha! You think they can't hurt us? They'll possess us and drive us mad with their eerie wails. Mark my words, adventurer, this castle is cursed!
Relax old man. You’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.
Grumblethorn glares at you, clearly not amused by your presence. Grumblethorn: "Relax? Are you daft? This isn't a stroll through the park, young'un! The castle is dangerous. Filled with traps, monsters, and...other nasty surprises."
"Oh, you know, just the typical castle spirits. The angry dead knights, the crying maidens, the vengeful barons, and the restless soldiers. Nothing to worry about." He gives you a reassuring pat on the back, but there's a hint of skepticism in his eyes.
Yes, but we must press on. We will face whatever dangers lie within together.
grumbling under his breath I suppose I have no choice, but if we get killed by a trap or a ghost, I'm blaming you.
Grumblethorn rolls his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. Grumblethorn: Ghosts. You know, the undead spirits of people who died. Why do you think I don't like coming back here?