After retrieving the amulet, you sleep soundly and awaken at dawn. You open your eyes and before you sits a spectral figure. With a snap of its fingers, ghostly ropes bind your hands and feet. The presence levitates you from your bedroll to a nearby chair. It says, “Scarathorn the Recluse. For years you have burrowed through our archives, taking what you what without a second thought. But did you ever think who you were taking from?”
The figure waves his hand and the area in front of you transforms from the dilapidated structure you know to an extravagant, newly constructed library. The ghost continues, “Hundreds of years ago, my people came to the Isle of Glass to start a new citadel of learning. We only took the best and brightest pupils – individuals pure of heart. If you exemplify these qualities, you are welcome to continue your studies here and we will aid you in your endeavors. But should you fail to show us what we desire…”
A dozen ghosts rise up behind your captor and look menacingly at you. What do you say to prove your worth to these spectres?