@0    = ~Signs! I make signs! Do you need something, stranger...? Ah, I believe I have heard of you... You are the Dreamer... What do you need from old Silvertongue...? (The old woman looks deep into your eyes.)~
@1    = ~You said that you make signs? What do you mean?~
@2    = ~Ah, nothing. I think I have to go.~
@3    = ~Can you tell me something about this place?~
@4    = ~Signs! I make signs! Ah, it is you again, Dreamer... So, do you need something? Speak, maybe Silvertongue can help you...~
@5    = ~And so the conversation ends? Goodbye then, Dreamer...~
@6    = ~That is what you need? The answer is no, but you will not want for an explanation.~
@7    = ~This world is new to you... These walls, people, emotions, and... Nature. This is a journey you must walk alone, without the help of people who have lived here since the Rise of Colours... It is how we are created... how we are born... We are nothing but fruits of Colours.~
@8    = ~This world is probably different from yours just like you are so new to us... You will have to come to know this place on your own. If you asked others, you would hear the truth seen by his or her eyes... but those words may be true only for that person.~
@9    = ~Please, try to learn something, but on your own... Maybe I am right, maybe not... but I won't tell you anything else.~
@10   = ~Well, I do have paint... I can draw symbols on your body. On the skin... on the chest - a place that hides your heart. The paint is made from Colours... Some can create bonds that will link Colour and Heart.~
@11   = ~But a man can have only one symbol... If two Colours are placed on your Heart, they will fight for dominance... It would be... deadly.~
@12   = ~Do you want to know anything else?~
@13   = ~Can you create a link between me and a particular Colour?~
@14   = ~No, nothing. I think I have to go now.~
@15   = ~Can you tell me something about this place, Silvertongue?~
@16   = ~No... I already did it. No one can survive this... No one can be protected by two different Colours. I won't help you... I already have.~
@17   = ~I am leaving then. Farewell.~
@18   = ~I understand. Can you tell me something about this place, Silvertongue?~
@19   = ~I can do that... Remember, I will do it only once, with only one Colour. It will cost you 16000 of those dirty Gold pieces... The price is high, but this Colour will protect you forever... Your whole life, your entire existance... To the last second of your heartbeat. Choose from the Colours of the Deep Gardens...~
@20   = ~I choose Gray.~
@21   = ~I choose Green.~
@22   = ~I choose Black.~
@23   = ~I choose Amber.~
@24   = ~I choose Silver.~
@25   = ~I choose Yellow.~
@26   = ~I choose Violet.~
@27   = ~I choose Red.~
@28   = ~I choose Blue.~
@29   = ~I choose Gold.~
@30   = ~I changed my mind. Maybe I will back with the money in future.~
@31   = ~As you wish... (Silvertongue takes off your shirt and starts to paint strange symbols on your chest. You feel energy flowing through her hand, though the brush, in the strange paint and now, on your skin. It makes its home in your heart. Your pulse quickens, as does your breath. Suddenly everything ends.)~
@32   = ~It is done... Your Colour will protect you.~
@33   = ~You will find me here.~
