You went out of your way for the fading wishes of a lost soul--thank you, adventurer. The sight of another spirit at the lake, thinking of two friends competing to see who can throw further--it's enough to draw me to this moment. Presence clings to the strongest bond with the living. We never did skip a rock from one side to the other... <The ghost gazes across the lake.> I recall. Meet me in Mourning's Rest--the site of our last battle--next to the broken cannon near the destroyed tower on the cliff.