(It's an old, tarnished silver necklace.)

(You turn it over and see a name engraved in tiny script: "Crypto.")

(Perhaps the ghost who wanders through the cemetery knows something about it.)

Such...courage in you. Most turn and flee at the mere sight of me. But you sought me out, and I see no fear in your eyes.

Indeed, you have nothing to fear. I am a shade...a spirit...nothing more. But my veins once surged with Asmodian blood, like yours. My body shivered in the cold wind, like yours.

You've piqued my curiosity. Why do you seek me out?

Yes, indeed. That was my necklace many years ago.

Back when the prison had more than one prisoner, I was one of the guards. In those days, this place was teeming with the living: prisoners, guards, families paying respects in this graveyard.

Then everything changed. All because of me....

It was my first shift on the night watch. Even now, I can't forget that night.

The prisoners were all sound asleep, so I wandered down to the graveyard. I remember the smell of the freshly turned soil and the cool breeze on my cheeks. I'd been on watch for about an hour, and then I...I fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of screaming. The prisoners had broken free and butchered all in their path. By the time I reached the village, the convicts were gone. I was left looking into the lifeless eyes of the children who had relied on my protection.

Yes. My guilt binds me to this place, though my body has long since perished.

The Victim Bones are still gathered here, a perpetual reminder of how I failed. Countless times I have tried to take them to the Incinerator so that I may sear them from my memories. Countless times I have watched them slip through my fingers...

Perhaps you could help. Could you gather the bones and cremate them for me? Only then will I be able to rest.

(This must be the incinerator. Colored flames dance before your eyes, and the sheer heat of the fire tingles against your cold cheeks.)

(The bones crackle as you throw them in. White smoke billows out as the gray bones slowly turn black and start to crumble.)

(Within moments nothing remains.)

(You don't have the bones to burn yet. Collect them, then return to the furnace.)

Please...I can't bear the thought of wandering these paths for the rest of time, with those bones silently shaming me for my crime.

Did you do as I asked and burn them for me?

Perhaps now I can rest, now that you've expunged the symbols of my failure.

I can offer you little in return for your deed, friend. Most of my worldly possessions have fallen apart over the years. But would this be of use to you?

In any case, I cannot tarry here forever. But I thank you.

1. Bring the silver necklace to the Crypto's Ghost.

2. Gather bones from the Bone Piles in the graveyard and cremate them in the nearby Incinerator.

   Victims' Bones

3. Talk with the Crypto's Ghost.

"Crypto" is written on the back of a necklace you found. You should take it to the ghost that wanders through the graveyard.

The Ghost of Sentinel Crypto cannot rest because convicts escaped the prison camp on his watch, and killed many villagers in their rampage. You cremated the bones of the victims as Crypto requested, receiving his thanks and a small reward in return.