[Read in the voice of an old man speaking at a slow pace]
"Oh, hello. Pardon me if I appear a bit stirred.
Frankly, I expected to have been skewered on your sword by now.
I’m shocked you can even stop to form a nonviolent thought.
Why have you not killed me by now?
You are one of those monsters, aren't you?

You’re not? Really? Strange, you bear a striking resemblance.
I am, of course, referring to the demon knights that dwell in the pit below.
They are long of horn and tail, like yourself.
So, you could understand my confusion when I saw you bearing down on me, only to stop and have a nice chat.
Very confusing, but also, very, very interesting.
Perhaps I need to change my perspective on the matter!
Hah hah ha ha!

If you wish to defeat the demons in the pit below, you will need more than strength of sword.
Hm, you are undead, are you not?
Yes, I can tell by the hollow look in your eyes.
Yet, if I look deeper, I can see a small shard of life.
I see the strength, the will, and the determination to achieve one’s goals without fear, or doubt.
This is indeed what is necessary to defeat the demons that dwell below, and traverse the bridge to the abyss.”