Come, sweetings, time to be born, anew. Be not afeard, little culver. Hush, little culver. Hush, fair maid. I'll soon birth thee anew, a sweeting fresh and pure... Come, Oath-sworn giant! Come, Oath-sworn dragon! Come, Oath-sworn beasts! Come, Blaidd, my child! Fair child, Hermes! Thy fate lieth under my moon. Guide thy moon as thou wishest. Ranni, my little baby... I thank thee... Oh little Ranni, my dear daughter. Weave thy night into being... Where did ye flee, my sweetings? Come out, from whence ye hide. There are books and light aplenty. Dither not; come out say I! Or will ye be gravestones? To be better born anew? Ah...thou... Is it thy wish to be born anew? To become a sweeting, reborn of my beloved egg? Ah...thou... Is it thy wish to yet again be born anew? Now, bear this sweeting into life anew. Be not alarmed, nor afeard. I would birth thee as a sweeting, fair and fine. Ah...thou... Art thou now assured of thy want, to be born anew? Ah, it seemeth thou'rt a sweeting rather fair. And if thou wert born anew once more, thou wouldst be fairer still. Ye will be countless born, forever. Ah, thou'rt now a sweeting full fine and fair. My thanks. For being born of my beloved egg, time and time again. Oh...my thanks to thee. Where did ye flee, my sweetings? Come out, from whence ye hide. Of the dark, be not afeard. My beloved egg is with us. Come out, I prithee. Who's that? Who could it be? A new child, Mother's newborn. A new friend. A new playmate for us. Just watch, he'll be born again. Just watch, she'll be born again. Then Mother will hold him tight. Then Mother will hold her tight. He'll be so warm, warm and cosy. She'll be so warm, warm and cosy. That'd be nice, so very nice. If we're turned to stone, will we be born again? Will Mother hold us again? Will we? Will she? That hurts. Please, stop that. Did he just die? And him, too? Is he not a friend? I can't tell… Is she not a friend? I can't tell… Maybe he's something else? Maybe she's something else? Can we still be friends, if we try? Yes, we can be friends, I'm sure. He'll understand, if we just explain. She'll understand, if we just explain. Catch! There! Off you go! Squish him! Squish her! Smoosh him! Smoosh her! Sleep tight, bound tight by Mother's amber. Sleep tight, find life, in Mother's umbra. Gurranq, Beast Clergyman ... ... I smell it... Death... Feed it me... ... Tarnished...bring more...Death... I shall grant thee... eye...and claw. Feed me...more. ... More... I am not...sated. Feed me more...Death. ... My thanks...Tarnished... Death... My sin... Should not be touched...by the hand of man... I shall grant thee...my claws... Feed me...more. I shall grant thee... eye...and claw. Feed me...more. More... I am not...sated. Feed me more...Death. I shall grant thee...my claws... Feed me...more. It is... It is all...consumed. Still, I am not sated... Not nearly sated... Rrarrgh! Marika... Is this...what it is...to sin? Will things...never be the same...again? ... Tarnished...my thanks...for thy long...labour. But I have done...all I can...in this land... Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell. Tarnished...my thanks...for thy long...labour. But I have done...all I can...in this land... Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell. O Marika... What...happened? Was I...myself the fool? Or was I tricked...by thee? O Marika... Why wouldst thou...relinquish... Why... ... ... ... ... Strange... There's something else... But the Death...yet quenches... Bring more... ... Put it away. I won't forget...again... mine appetite... My sin... So please...enough... I won't forget...again... mine appetite... My sin... I must have more... I must consume more... Thou, who approacheth Destined Death. I will not have it stolen from me again. Tarnished. Why wouldst thou... Why... Tis no matter. I hereby vow, that Destined Death shall not be stolen again. I shall not part with it again. Stay away from Destined Death. Cower. Before Maliketh, the Black Blade. Cower. Before Maliketh, Marika's Black Blade. Witless Tarnished... Why covet Destined Death? To kill what? To destroy what? Forgive me, Marika... The Golden Order...cannot be restored. I must consume more... Marika...why... wouldst thou...gull me? Why...shatter... I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. Let your flesh be consumed. By the scarlet rot. Is this...my first...defeat? Bravely fought, sir. Bravely fought, my lady. But remember... One day, the scarlet bloom will flower again... Your strength, extraordinary... The mark...of a true Lord... O, dear Miquella... O, dearest Miquella, my brother... I'm sorry. I finally met my match... Well, thou art of passing skill. Warrior blood must truly run in thy veins, Tarnished. As I thought, thou'rt of passing valour... but the dark of night is yet to lift. The hands of the Fell Omen shall brook thee no quarter. Foul Tarnished. Put these foolish ambitions to rest. The Erdtree is firmly rooted, always. I'll remember thee, Tarnished. The flame of ambition leadeth thee astray. Come, hands of the Fell Omen. Snuff out this wretch's flame. I see thee, little Tarnished. Smould'ring with that wretched flame of ambition. Tremble now, with fear. For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee. To put out thy little flame. Hrghraah! The thrones...stained by my curse... Such shame I cannot bear. Thy part in this shall not be forgiven. Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings. May the curse seep to thy very soul. An apt reward for thy brash ambition. ... Tarnished, thou art mistaken. The Erdtree welcometh no man. No one will be Elden Lord again. Not even I. Well, thou art of passing skill. Warrior blood must truly run in thy veins, Tarnished. Foul Tarnished. Put these foolish ambitions to rest. The Erdtree is firmly rooted, always. I shall remember thee, Tarnished. Smould'ring with thy meagre flame. Cower in fear. Of the night. The hands of the Fell Omen shall brook thee no quarter. Hrghraah! The thrones...stained by my curse... Such shame I cannot bear. Thy part in this shall not be forgiven. Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott! Elden Lord! May the curse seep to thy very soul. ... Tarnished, thou'rt but a fool. The Erdtree wards off all who deign approach. We are...we are all forsaken. None may claim the title of Elden Lord. Thy deeds shall be met with failure, just as I. Tarnished Warrior. 'Twas nobly fought. Dearest Marika... I am returned. A crown is warranted with strength! O Marika! I will take thee in mine arms once more! Brave Tarnished... Thy strength befits a crown. One day, we'll return together. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. There is only one tree, and only its branches. That bathe in true rays of gold. Not the fool Omen King. Nor the rank malformed twins. O, we are the Golden Ones. The true and rightful heirs. Our land's grown old, now ashen, and cold. But look up, the Erdtree glows! One day, we'll return together. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. And grace will surely guide us safe. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. Hear me, my knights! Proud warriors and true. Let the hunt begin! Fetch me a mighty branch to make mine own! A fresh offering to graft! Raaargh! Graaargh! Hunt me down a new branch! Bring me a tarnished! Lowly Tarnished... Thou'rt unfit even to graft... Great Godfrey, didst thou witness? ...I am the Lord of all that is Golden... ...And one day, we'll return together... ...To our home, bathed in rays of gold... sex quīnque quattuor trēs duo ūnus nihil nihil nihil Miquella is mine and mine alone. Now, surrender yourself. To my blood, to our coming dynasty. Ahh, I can see it, as clear as day! The coming of our dynasty! Mohgwyn! Ahh, Miquella... Why do you abandon me? You're a new face. No matter, it's all the same. Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing. Back already? No matter. Lay out your arms. Back already? Can't get enough, eh. Well, where've you been hiding? I took you for dead. No matter. It's all the same. Lay out your arms, then. I see you've noticed the chains. Nothing special. I'm a prisoner, and these are my chains. I'm trapped by the Hold, undying, smithing for you fools. That's all there is to it. Nah, don't read too much into it. I've no grudge against you. My being a prisoner is no fault of yours. Besides, I don't mind smithing. Despite my differences, the weapons get stronger, all the same. Given time, technique never fails. Besides, it helps me forget. The sheer terror of her... Like the look of that whetstone knife, do you? I've no need for it. You're welcome to take it. Go ahead. Now, look at you. Those eyes tell a story. Of a challenger, who's felled his mark. Of a challenger, who's felled her mark. Fine and well. Now, lay out your arms. Your divinity, have mercy, and grant me forgiveness. The road is yet long. A god is not easily felled. But one day, without fail, you will have your wish. So please, grant me forgiveness, Queen Marika... Those words were not meant for you. I may be prisoner to you Tarnished lot. But my prayers are mine and mine alone. Good. I'll be more careful too. Well, I've had my say. I'll be more careful, too. Ah. You, is it? I...didn't notice you there. I'll be doing my job, same as ever. Just lay out your arms. The girl you brought here... She's crestfallen, and can scarcely swing a blade, but she has a gift for spirit tuning. I saw another one like her, long ago. Their eyes share the same hue. The girl? What about her? Are you out of your mind? Who'd stay with an ugly brute who only knows how to smith? Absurd. And besides, she'd never agree to it. I refuse to believe it. I don't doubt you, but I know when something's too good to be true. I spoke with the girl. She has a gift for spirit tuning. So I told her everything I know. I'm indebted to a spirit tuner I met long ago. It was all I could do to honour her. I'm sorry I doubted you. The girl has come a long way. As ever, time and technique have made her stronger. Tis good to see. An imprisoned monster does not deserve an apprentice, or a daughter. But at times, that's precisely what she feels like to me. I've gone soft. And it isn't easy. No, no, no, no... I need to do better than this! This'll never kill a god. I can do better than this! It needs to slay a bloody god! Oh, it's you. Don't pay me any mind. It's not important. Just lay out your arms. Are you having second thoughts? Might I have a word, then? Your kind are meant to challenge them. To slay them. The demigods. And their god. If you remain loyal to your calling, then no matter what you do, no matter what happens to me, I will never cease to smith your weapons. Until you have one to slay a god. I knew you'd be back. Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing. Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing. Weren't you listening? As I've always said. You came to challenge the demigods, and their god. To slay them. And as long as you do, I will always smith your weapons. It is what I wish. To smith a weapon for you to slay a god. I've upset the girl. She says that now that my chains are broken, I'm free. That if I stay here, I will be ruined with the Roundtable. What use have I for freedom now? I smith weapons to slay a god. I have lived, and will die, doing so, upon this spot. Is there any other way? Oh, finally! It's complete! I've done it! A weapon to slay a god! Oh, you have my deepest gratitude. Thanks to you, my wish is granted. Now wield it, and kill them. The demigods. And their god. Queen Marika herself wishes it so. You seek better weapons still? Very well. I'll smith another, if needed. A weapon to slay a god. I'll smith as long as you like. Now, lay out your arms. I'll smith...as long as you like. Now...lay out your...arms. I'll smith...as long...as you like. Now...lay out...your...arms. Use my masterpiece to slay a god. That is all that I have lived for. And my promise to Q-queen Marika. But do me a favor, and do look after the girl. I can't hold on much longer. I'm going the way of the R-roundtable... It was a great honor to smith your weapons during my time here. Allow me to c-call you this, just once, before it ends. My lord, f-for that is what you are. Who are you? Oh, I must be a blacksmith. Now, let's get smithing... Could you tell me what happened? Why is the Roundtable burning, in ruins? Why does that girl weep for me? Have I forgotten something of dire importance? Now, let's get smithing... ... I-I smith... I do... A fine sacrifice indeed. Let us devour the gods, together! Now you are family. Now, we can devour the gods, together! O shapers of gods, meddlers in fortune. I do not abide! By your suffocating Order. So must it be. Eveligne, show him the way... Eveligne, show her the way... ...to devour the gods. No one will hold me captive. A serpent never dies. Ha ha ha... Who goes there? Kalé send you, did he? Ever the bloody busybody. Hmm. Maybe to him, you don't seem so strange. The name's Blaidd. I'm looking for a man who goes by "Darriwil". He fled somewhere nearby. Or so I've heard. Come tell me if you find him before I do. I can offer you ample reward. Darriwil is nothing but a traitor. And in need of a fitting end to his tale. Darriwil... Rotting in a cell is no true justice. No, this is where it ends for you. ...Right. There you are. Had to work for it, but it's done. Don't say I'm not a man of my word. Here's your prize. Oh yes, I should say, If you venture north to Raya Lucaria, and come across a venerable blacksmith who's a little on the large side... Tell him I sent you. And he'll be sure to treat you right. I owe you one, I reckon. That's enough chit-chat for now. It's time we parted ways. Ahh, long time, friend. Blaidd, if you've forgotten. Glad to have you in the service of mistress Ranni. Well. Getting right to business... I'm still in Limgrave. The eternal city of Nokron lies somewhere at the bottom of this land. I'm planning to go below through the well in the Mistwood. See if I can't find the road to Nokron from there... See if I can't find the road to Nokron from there... Ah. I heard about you. Good to finally meet. Name's Blaidd, sworn sword to mistress Ranni. Glad to have you aboard. Well. Getting right to business... I'm situated in Limgrave right now. The eternal city of Nokron lies somewhere at the bottom of this land. I'm planning to go below through the well in the Mistwood. See if I can't find the road to Nokron from there... I'm going below through the well in the Mistwood. See if I can't find the road to Nokron... Don't keep me waiting, eh. Ah, good to see you. Apologies mate, but I don't have much to report. I can see bloody Nokron, right above me, but I'm absolutely stumped. I've tried all the gateways, to no avail... ...Perhaps it's time to ask Seluvis? I recall that spiteful little rat acting like he knew something... Let's give him a squeeze. Show him just how sharp my teeth are... I jest, I wouldn't go that far. Besides, I should check on some things here. Leave this place to me. You just do what you feel is right. If either of us learns anything, we tell the other. Right? Ah. Well met. What news? Leave this place to me. You just do what you feel is right. If either of us learns anything, we tell the other. Right? And if we reach a dead end, I suppose we go back to the source. Seluvis rarely gives a straight answer, the first time. Hmm... So Ranni's fate is kept in stasis by Starscourge Radahn... That reminds me of something I heard. There's a festival being held at the castle on the southern edge of the Caelid Wilds, east of Limgrave. It's a festival of combat. And I heard...that you can fight Radahn himself. He who was once called the strongest of all the demigods... Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I think it's worth investigating. I'll be on my way to this festival of Radahn then... You're coming too, right? To Radahn's festivities... I'll meet you at Redmane Castle in Caelid. The way ahead is pleasingly simple. We fight, sword and fang. Right. I see. Leave this place to me. You just do what you feel is right. If either of us learns anything, we tell the other. Right? Hmm... So Ranni's fate is kept in stasis by Starscourge Radahn... And there's a festival of war being held at Redmane Castle in Caelid, where you can fight the man himself, once the strongest of the demigods. It's all coming together. Seems like Iji was on to something. I'll be on my way to this festival of Radahn then... Ah, there you are. Took your sweet time. The players are all made up, and waiting for the curtain... Let's give them a show to remember, eh. Just don't you go dying on me. For Ranni's sake, too. Once more into the fray together, eh. Heh. This might even be fun. Into the fray together, eh. Heh. Let's see what you're made of. Ah, thought I might find you here. I must admit I was a little worried. We missed our meeting. But it looks like you're still in one piece, eh. You must have heard by now, right? That Starscourge Radahn holds Ranni's fate in stasis. But once he's out of the way, it will spring back into motion. So now, we stand against the demigod once known as the strongest of them all. The way ahead is pleasingly simple. We fight, sword and fang. Hm. Long time. Seems we're fated to keep crossing paths. Now, we find ourselves at a festival of combat, pitted against Radahn, once the strongest of the demigods. The way ahead is pleasingly simple. A path forged by sword and fang. Mm... As a fellow combatant, allow me to introduce myself. Blaidd, warrior. Now, we find ourselves pitted against Radahn, once the strongest of the demigods. The way ahead is pleasingly simple; a path forged by sword and fang. Hm. Nothing to do but wait. Until the festival begins. Ah, good. I was waiting for you. What a sick way to fight, eh. The glory of the clash is shared, by Radahn and you. And hah! Did you see that, afterwards? A falling star, right before our eyes! I can't fathom how Radahn was holding back something of that scale. He was a living legend, if ever I saw one. And, the path has now been cleared. To Nokron, where Ranni's fate will be decided. Let's meet where the falling star bit the earth. We'll take up our swords once more. For mistress Ranni. Let's meet where the falling star bit the earth. And we'll go into battle again, side by side. My only purpose is to fight for Ranni's fate, sword and fang. The curtain's rising...on the final act. Hmph, what a sick way to fight, eh mate. The glory of the clash is shared, by Radahn and you. And then a falling star, right before our eyes! I can't fathom how Radahn was holding back something of that scale. He was a living legend, if ever I saw one. Well, it's time I left. The wheel of fate has been set into motion. If it's on the cards, I'd be glad to meet again. You are a fine warrior. If it's on the cards, I'd be glad to meet again. You are a fine warrior.

Ah, there's a face I've not seen before. I'm Edgar, warden of this castle as ordained by Lord Godrick himself. But you can see how things have turned out. The menials have all rebelled. They gave me good service, or so I thought, but it seems it was all an act. Foul creatures, as it's said. And true enough they're foul inside and out. I'm sorry to disappoint you, But whatever you've come here to do, I'm afraid Castle Morne won't hold much longer. Take this, by way of apology. Now then, away with you. You've no reason to risk your neck dawdling here, eh. I see, from Irina... Thank you. I'm in your debt. But I can't leave yet. Even if the castle should fall, as commander, I must remain. To ensure the treasured sword of Morne does not fall into the wrong hands. If you see Irina, do tell her. That her father will come for her, once he's fulfilled his duty. I'm in your debt. For keeping the sword from those fallen creatures. I'm no longer bound by duty. Once I've rescued Irina, I will spend my remaining days with her. Thanks to you, I will be reunited with Irina. And devote my remaining days to her. Irina has a gentle nature, though. I only hope it remains intact. Irina... How could this be… My daughter deserved better… The fault lies...with me. I chose duty over my daughter's safety. And that is how fate has answered… I'll find them. The foul wretches responsible for this. I'll hunt them down, and exterminate every last one of them. Rest assured, Irina. It will be done. Ugh! What's this about? We need not fight, I assure you. I haven't a clue what's got into you, but as Lord of this castle, I will stand for it no longer! And now even your ilk have complicated matters. Please, enlighten me. What was the purpose of such folly? Please forgive me, Lord Godrick. No, not here, not yet… Forgive me, Iri…na… Ugh! What's the matter? Cease this at once. Ah, now I see! You had a hand in Irina's undoing! What could she have done to deserve that? I will not rest until they are eliminated. Forgive me, Irina… I will join you soon enough… Oh, Tarnished, are you? How did you slip inside, with the gate closed? Hmph. No matter. If you can fell one of them, you're a champion, in my book. I am Jerren. Foolish old warrior, and witness. Incidentally, do you like a good festival, from time to time? Well, it's true, this fortress houses only the vanquished. But when the stars align, we celebrate. A war festival honoring the last battle and death of General Radahn, the mightiest demigod of the Shattering, and bearer of a Great Rune. Well, good. As you should. The festival affords glory to warriors. Then all you need is a little patience. When the stars align, the festival will be declared. Well, you're not much fun, are you, chum? No matter. One day you will see. That true warriors bask in glory at the festival. Have patience, mm. When the stars align, the festival will be declared. Go on, now. This old geezer hasn't any use for you just yet. One day you will see, chum. That true warriors bask in glory at the festival. Go on, now. This old geezer hasn't any use for you just yet. Well, I haven't heard that name in an age. Then you must serve Princess Ranni? The next time you speak to Iji, tell him this: The festival of Radahn will surely set Ranni's fate back into motion. By the by… Is that old fool still hammering out weapons? His enormous frame, cramped in that little place... Bit of a haughty sort. Strange fella, when I knew him. And funny thing, his swords were all blunt as stone. But not one of them decayed when faced with the scarlet rot... Champions, welcome! The stars have aligned! The festival is nigh! General Radahn, mightiest demigod of the Shattering, awaits you! Champions, prepare for battle! Defeat the General, claim glory, and grab that Great Rune! A celebration of war! The Radahn Festival! Are you good and prepared, young chum? The festival begins! But now, we must make merry. O gathering of champions, the revels begin! The celebration of war! The Radahn Festival! You will find the field of battle past the church ahead, upon the shore under the fort. General Radahn is there, even now. Divested of his wits, devouring corpses… And howling at the sky... I see... When you are ready, come to me again. At last, the war festival has ended. Brave champion, you have our gratitude. The celebration was spectacular. General Radahn is surely pleased. Festering with rot, and crippled by madness, all he wanted was an honourable death. Finally, my work is done. I am no longer bound to this fortress. I have a task in mind. Old business you could say. You wouldn't understand. May we meet again, if the fates deign it. Brave champion. It's time I went on my way. May we meet again, if the fates deign it. Brave champion. Ah, well met. I hardly expected to see the champion of the festival here of all places. You didn't...know Sellen, did you? Well, whatever the case, she's dead now. Just put it behind you. She was known as the Graven Witch. Obsessed by the primeval current, countless sorcerers fell to her hand. The most dangerous mage in the entire history of Raya Lucaria's Academy. Oh, a Tarnished, are you? You didn't...know Sellen, did you? Witch-Hunter Jerren It is strange, though... The woman, she was like a husk, her soul already fled. I suspect Sellen lives on, elsewhere. I'm sure she'll turn up eventually, in another body. A sickening thought, but one that won't stop gnawing at me. I suspect Sellen lives on, elsewhere. I'm sure she'll turn up eventually, in another body. A sickening thought, but one that won't stop gnawing at me. My thanks, for the aid given. I heard from Iji that Lady Ranni might have found herself a champion. But I didn't know he was talking about you. You've helped me fulfil an old promise. This is the least I can do for you. Please, take it. My thanks, for the aid given. Always a pleasure to witness the festival champ put on a display. You've helped me fulfil an old promise. This is the least I can do for you. Please, take it. My thanks, Tarnished, for the aid given. You've helped me fulfil an old promise. This is the least I can do for you. Please, take it. Well, I must be leaving now. Brave warrior, if the fates deign it... No, we shall indeed meet again, at the next glorious tourney. Well, I must be leaving now. If the fates deign it, may we meet again, Tarnished. Ugh! What's the matter with you? You trying to get revenge? Very well. If the Graven Witch put you under her spell, you must be eliminated... Before you can pose a threat to Caria. Rest now. Alongside the witch's corpse. You...are a menace... Iji...beware... Sellen, Graven Witch, enemy of Caria. I vow this time to crush both your frame and your primal glintstone. I am Jerren, bringer of your death. Do not forget. You must be eliminated... Hello... Hello... Please... Over here... Hello... Hello... Right over here... Hello. It's rather chilly here, isn't it? My mistress sent me off on an errand... But I was accosted by a ruffian, and now I'm in a bind. Could I ask you lend a hand, perhaps? That thug made off with a precious necklace. I need someone to retrieve it. I would be sure to provide ample reward. Only... He, too, is Tarnished. If you've any qualms confronting your own, I shall find another... Ohh, thank you dearly. What a blessing that we've met like this. The thug should be resting at an abandoned home down the way... Please, I must have the necklace back. Yes, I see. Most unfortunate, but I'll have to make do. I know that some Tarnished balk at the thought of harming their own. But if you should change your mind, do not hesitate to speak to me again. Have you had a change of heart? The thug should be resting at an abandoned home down the way... Please, I must have the necklace back. Oh, yes, that is my missing necklace. Thank you kindly. I am in your debt. Did I forget to announce myself? I am Rya, in the service of Lady Tanith of the Volcano Manor. I seek stalwart Tarnished who might join our house. You are very brave yourself. Not only a steady hand, but a steady heart, merciless, even to your own kind. Such strength is precisely what my mistress seeks. Please, take this. Brave Tarnished, seek the Altus Plateau, the realm of the Erdtree. Most Tarnished are doomed to wander the outskirts of the Lands Between, peering wistfully at the towering Erdtree... But you are no ordinary Tarnished. And once that is proven, the Volcano Manor will fully extend its invitation. To fight, amongst a family of champions. Ohh, and... One more thing, only for you... This land of Liurnia is connected to the Altus Plateau by the Grand Lift of Dectus, beyond the High Road. But the lift has been defunct for an age, meaning there's no simple means of passage. Instead, you must seek the old ruins in the cliff. At the base of the valley near the Grand Lift, there's an old tunnel. It was excavated from both ends, linking Liurnia to the Altus Plateau. I have faith in you. A champion, through and through. I do hope that we can meet again. I've been waiting for you. I knew you had the stuff of champions. I hereby invite you to the Volcano Manor. Take my hand, and have audience with my mistress. I will pray. That you follow the same path as Lady Tanith. I will pray. That you will follow the same path as Lady Tanith. Very well. Speak to me again once you are ready. You will find me here. Are you ready, then? I hereby invite you to the Volcano Manor. Take my hand, and have audience with my mistress. I will pray. That you will follow the same path as Lady Tanith. Give me your hand. I will pray. That you follow the same path as Lady Tanith. Hello... Hello... Right over here... But I hardly hold him in high regard. He seems to bear animosity toward the Volcano Manor. Perhaps it is to be expected, only... his intent, while vicious, is also tenuous, as if his heart is not in it. Doesn't really seem like champion material, to me... Brave Tarnished, what is your business here? I'm afraid this is not a guest room. What's that peculiar look upon your face? Goodness, am I still a serpent? Oh, how dreadful... How dreadful indeed... Forgive my distress. I ought to be thanking you for treating me as usual, despite this appearance. Brave Tarnished. This is my true form. My real name is Zorayas. Please forgive the deception. Do understand. This duplicity is my own doing. Lady Tanith speaks no falsehoods, and the Volcano Manor is just as it seems. Lady Tanith is my mother. I am told I was born by the grace of a glorious king. That my mother cherishes this form I inhabit. I am proud of what I am. But people are cruel. If they saw my true form, they wouldn't speak to me. And so I assume a guise when seeking new recruits. But you are not like the rest. My serpentine form, and the name Zorayas, were secrets known only to Lady Tanith and I. Now I share the secrets with you, as well. Please keep them safe from anyone else. Seek the old ruins in the cliff. At the base of the valley near the Grand Lift, there's an old tunnel. It was excavated from both ends, linking Liurnia to the Altus Plateau. I have faith in you. A champion, through and through. I do hope that we can meet again. Hello again. Brave Tarnished. As a scout, I am pleased to see you again here at the Volcano Manor. Under Lady Tanith's guidance, may you tread the path of valour. Have you ever... heard any strange sounds here at the manor? Something beyond the walls, like breathing, or slithering scales... Oh fie, what am I saying? It just isn't possible. I must be tired. Um, oh, it's you. Forgive me. My mind never ceases to churn of late. Hmm, well... I know I can trust you... I saw something, slithering in the pitch black of night. It entered the room across the hall, and never came out. If I'm not mistaken, it took the form of a serpent, just like me... Does the Volcano Manor hide some secret, that Lady Tanith has kept from me? I realise that I shouldn't impose but, if you discover anything, would you please share? It entered the room next to this one, and never came out. The serpent that lurked in the shadows that night... It entered the room across the hall, and never came out. Perhaps the manor yet holds some secrets. If you discover anything, would you please share? It entered the room next to this one, and never came out. Really... Oh, so there was a secret after all... Oh my... Lady Tanith, my own mother, has deceived me... Was I not... born by the grace of a king? Hello again. Brave Tarnished. It is a shame that I did not beckon you here with my own hand, but I am pleased that we meet again, here at the Volcano Manor. Under Lady Tanith's guidance, may you tread the path of valour. Hello again. Brave Tarnished. Do you remember me? I am Rya. We spoke once in Liurnia. I am pleased that we meet again, here at the Volcano Manor. Under Lady Tanith's guidance, may you tread the path of valour. A pleasure to meet you. Brave Tarnished. I am Rya, the scout. Very pleased to welcome you to the Volcano Manor. Under Lady Tanith's guidance, may you tread the path of valour. Brave Tarnished. Under Lady Tanith's guidance, may you tread the path of valour.