In the depths of Hellgate there is a library with an NPC called "A Wrinkled Beholder". All the books in the library are written in a language called "469" which consists entirely of numbers. The beholder says the following in response to various keywords:
Player: hi A Wrinkled Beholder: What is this? An optically challenged entity called Player. How fascinating! Player: death
a wrinkled beholder: Yes, yes, I will kill you soon enough, now let me continue my investigation on you. Player: god
a wrinkled beholder: They will mourn the day they abandoned us. Player: job
a wrinkled beholder: I am the great librarian. Player: library
a wrinkled beholder: It's a fine library, isn't it? Player: name
a wrinkled beholder: I am 486486 and NOT 'Blinky' as some people called me ... before they died. Player: Tibia
a wrinkled beholder: It's 1, not 'Tibia', silly. Player: cyclops
a wrinkled beholder: Uglyness incarnate. One eye! Imagine that! Horrible! Player: elves
a wrinkled beholder: These fools and their superstitious life cult don't understand anything of importance. Player: Excalibug
a wrinkled beholder: Only inferior species need weapons. Player: Ab'Dendriel
a wrinkled beholder: I heard that elves moved in upstairs. Player: numbers
a wrinkled beholder: Numbers are essential. They are the secret behind the scenes. If you are a master of mathematics you are a master over life and death. Player: books
a wrinkled beholder: Our books are written in 469, of course you can't understand them. Player: 469
a wrinkled beholder: The language of my kind. Superior to any other language and only to be spoken by entities with enough eyes to blink it. Player: orcs
a wrinkled beholder: Noisy pests. Player: minotaurs
a wrinkled beholder: Their mages are so close to the truth. Closer then they know and closer then it's good for them. Player: humans
a wrinkled beholder: Good tools to work with ... After their death, that is. Player: bye
a wrinkled beholder: Wait right there. I will eat you after writing down what I found out.
