Suddenly a sinister, wraithlike figure, cloaked and hooded, appears
seeming to float in the air before you. In a low, almost inaudible
voice he says, "I welcome you to the ranks of the chosen of Zork. You
have persisted through many trials and tests and have overcome them
all. One such as yourself is fit to join even the implementers!"
He then raises his oaken staff and, chuckling, drifts away like a
wisp of smoke, his laughter fading in the distance.