>>5547643>>5547645>>5547650>>5547653>>5547691>Ask the fallen spirit for tips on the dungeon ahead.>Ask the fallen spirit for permission to use his body as a solid counterweight.“H-hey! Wait a second..” The GREEN KNIGHT’s eyes fall to your hip, where his green flamberge hangs next to your dyadic wand and thurible. “That’s CALIBURN! He’s <span class="mu-i">my</span> sword! You scoundrel! Are you just a gang of thieves, then?!”
“Ah, yes, well..! About that–..” You place a hand on the knight’s head and swivel him back around to look toward the skeleton. “That pile of bones is you, you see. My lady is a witch channeling your spirit from her body. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have little use for your sword anymore.”
“I’m–.. I died..?” The knight falls silent for a moment. You wince, waiting for wailing, or screaming, or blazing fury.. but he just sighs, nudging his corpse with a shoe. “Ack. What a shame. There were so many great adventures I was to go on. Proper demon slaying and the like. And–.. and treasure finding, and stuff. With a party, like the old heroes!”
“Yes, well, perhaps you can help us along with our adventure.” You try to steer the conversation back to the point of contention. “You’ve some familiarity with the dungeon ahead, do you not? Might you have any tips for us? We’re off to the dungeon’s bottom ourselves, you see.”
“I see! You need my adventuring expertise. Well, umm..” The hero places a hand on his chin. “Well.. a-ah.. it’s very dark, so you’ll need a torch. And you should watch out for monsters. I saw a slime on the way in, a very green one. And.. there was a big, scary monster, with a knife..”
“Okay. I see.” You nod, feigning gratitude for the meaningless advice. “Well, in that case, you can still lend us some help from beyond the grave. We’ve got a scale puzzle in the other room–need to match the proper weight to get through to the next room. We think your corpse and armor will make for the perfect counterbalance. Will you allow us that?”
“Oh, you just need my body? Well, sure. I’m not doing anything with it.” The knight shrugs.
“..Wait a minute, you named your sword?” Bredbeddle asks, still hung up on that.
>Thank the spirit for his help, and do.. whatever you need to to exorcise him, you guess.>Bring the spirit along to set his body on the scale. He can have that good grace.>Wait a minute. Who was this spirit? Is he really even a knight?>Write-In. 