Player: hi
The Gate Keeper: Are you the Key Master?
Player: name
The Gate Keeper: My name is {unpronouncable} in your language.
Player: unpronouncable
The Gate Keeper: The nearest you may come to is Zg'!kch of Cthle-ZüuKh'lkrlxchwr.
Player: job
The Gate Keeper: I am the Gate Keeper. I guard the doors and await the {Key} Master.
Player: key
The Gate Keeper: The balance has been broken, the doors pried open, the keys scattered and lost.
The Gate Keeper: The Key Master will find them and close the doors that were not meant to be open.
The Gate Keeper: And then he will unlock the {Other Door}.
Player: Other Door
The Gate Keeper: The Key Master will know.
Player: undead
The Gate Keeper: Travellers between the doors.
Player: death
The Gate Keeper: A broken seal on a letter long read.
Player: tibia
The Gate Keeper: Too many doors open. Too tempting for some. The shadows run and hide.
Player: shadow
The Gate Keeper: The breath of darkness, the eye of the night, the body of the other.
Player: spirit ground
The Gate Keeper: The realm between realms, where all doors open on themselves only. The place where the spirits dwell that have unfinished business or were... {called}.
Player: called
The Gate Keeper: The call of the Ancients was sounded. The Key Master knows it. We too have been summoned to prepare for their arrival.
Player: ancients
The Gate Keeper: Enough! Don't waste your breath, mortal. Go now onto the grounds to do what you came here to do.
Player: bye
The Gate Keeper: Yes. For a while.
