The ghost's expression crumples, and he sits on the stairs
with a huge sigh. You feel intensely sorry for him.
"My daughter, Saskia, was the most important thing in the world
to me," he explains. "I would give anything to be able to see
her again. I've kept everything that I could salvage after the
castle was stormed, in the hope that someday she would return. Her
nursemaid smuggled her out of the castle for me. I thought she
would come back. I suppose she is dead now, too."
The ghost breaks into sobs, tiny see-through tears rolling down
his see-through cheeks.
You lean awkwardly against the wall, wishing that you could help
somehow.
He looks up, suddenly, brightening. "I realize that she is
probably dead, but perhaps she has children, or grandchildren,
who could benefit from what I've kept. At least, if I could just
see one of them, I could rest in peace. You look like a brave
adventurer. I promise you half of what I have saved upstairs if
you could just find one of my descendants and bring them back for
me to see."
You agree to search for his descendants
You think it is an impossible task, and tell him you can't do it.