Nice to see you again. My name is Roderika. I should have told you sooner. Isn't this place impressive, though? A pleasure to meet you. I'm a recent arrival. Isn't this place impressive? Well, I certainly must try. Roderika the spirit tuner prentice. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Greetings. Once again, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Roderika the certified spirit tuner. I'd like to ask you a small favour. Can you take this little one along with you? I'm almost certain...the spirits have escaped their confinement. Did you...have anything to do with it, I wonder? Roderika, Spirit Tuner Take a look around. The Roundtable Hold is burned. Razed to the ground.

Take a look around. The Roundtable Hold is burned. Razed to the ground. The Two Fingers went mad, and the Tarnished have all left. Myself and Master Hewg are the only ones who remain. Don't worry, I don't blame you. I'll continue spirit tuning just the same as before. Which is why I need your help persuading Master Hewg to leave. His roots are so knotted in this place. He won't last much longer if he stays here... His shackles are broken. He's a free man, now. It's high time he put the Roundtable behind him. I see. You're here for some spirit tuning? Oh, is that right... So Master Hewg won't listen to you, either. You have my thanks, regardless. I'll try and talk him round next time. I know he was given this great entreaty; To craft a weapon which could slay a god. Though I can't help but think of it as a curse. A fearsome curse, put on him by Queen Marika. And if that's the case, I'm not sure there's anything we can do... Ah. So it wasn't just me this happened to... To think he'd forget who you were, as well. I knew he'd burn himself out, old Hewg. I think we could talk him into leaving the Roundtable Hold, now. But maybe it's better that we don't. It's only proper that we respect his choice to stay. I'll remain with Hewg. He made me who I am today. I'd like to return the kindness, in whatever small way I can. Please, become Elden Lord. Hewg was always saying that you were a Lord, to him. So slay her, with the weapons he smithed. Slay the god, Marika, who cursed us all. You're...giving it to me? I've never had alcohol before... I'm no longer a child. It's about time I took this step.