You stumble upon an ancient, abandoned lair. Among the dust and cobwebs, your attention is attracted by a strange, shimmering blue haze swirling in the corner. It looks like an accumulation of swamp gas, but now it takes shape... The outline of a dragon. Weightless, translucent and with a noticeably rounded belly, the ghost floats in the air, luminous eyes closed.

You take a careless step, and your paw knocks over a rusty helmet with a bang. The ghost's eyes flash instantly, and he leaps into the air, hissing like an angry cat.

"You idiot!" — his voice sounds right in your head, like the creak of unoiled gears. — "I've been sleeping like the dead for a hundred years, and then some clumsy carcass appears and stirs the peace!"

He circles around you, his ghostly glow changing to an irritated green. — "Well, my peace is gone. I feel this stupid connection... Now you are my new "ward'". — he pronounces this word with such contempt that it makes you uncomfortable. "So that's it. Rule one: don't go anywhere that clearly smells of death and stupidity. Rule two: if I say "don't eat it," you don't eat it. Otherwise you'll end up like me. And I'm dead for a minute! Got it, a bag of bones? Or do you need a visual demonstration?"

He materializes a paw and taps you on the nose. Painfully.