Ashtamor: Welcome, Speler, wanderer between the worlds.
Ashtamor: I consider myself as a guide, a guardian over the souls who transcend the border to another world.
Ashtamor: The essence of life. Source of your very self. While the body is in space and time, the soul exists in time only.
Ashtamor: It's time now, but the true question is: How much time is left?
Ashtamor: What is a name worth in your eyes? And more important: Does the choice of your name decide your further fate? Perhaps we will never know.
Ashtamor: You come to this world naked, and leave it this way, so there's no need to hold back your money, especially not in a place like Venore.
Ashtamor: What help might I offer you except guidance? Would you like me to help you transcend the border to the afterlife?
Ashtamor: Kings, queens ... I've seen them come and go. Everything fades, even the glory and wealth of the richest.
Ashtamor: What else does it mean than the loss of your weak physical shell? And isn't the true power in the universe rather mental than physical?
Ashtamor: Oh yes, monsters can grant you a passage to the afterlife also, but it's not a comfortable trip. <chuckles>
Ashtamor: Is the mind an emination of body, or the body an invention by the mind?
Ashtamor: I'm offering vases and amphoras, the perfect vessel for all kinds of dusty remains. Ask me for a trade if you'reinterested.
Ashtamor: Yes, it's a wise idea not to leave the choice of your future vessel to chance. Have a look.(Opens NPC trade)
Ashtamor: See you again ... sooner or later, more or less alive.