'The dark attire of those who wield poison in secret. The silver hair is arranged in the same style as St. Trina's, increasing arcane. Additionally, countless needles are sewn onto the exterior, apparently for talismanic effect.' Thiollier is the canon's most quietly tragic DLC pilgrim, a poisoner-priest who shaped his hair to match St. Trina's silver locks long before he ever met her, who walks the Realm of Shadow asking each shrine where the saint's final resting place lies. The needles sewn into his garb are talismanic, not medical. He carries them because Trina is the goddess of sleep, and sleep is the only mercy his order recognises.

'A mask upon which is carved a tranquil sleeping face. The silver hair is arranged in the same style as St. Trina's, increasing arcane. Just once, Thiollier was granted the sweet repose of velvety sleep. The remainder of his days would be spent attempting to recapture it.' He found her, just once, in the depths of the Stone Coffin Fissure, where St. Trina was left to wither on the southern shore of the Gravesite Plain: half-conscious among the drifting stone coffins, the suppressed feminine fragment of Miquella's soul. There, just once, he was granted the sweet repose of velvety sleep. The mask he carries afterward is the carved image of that one moment, frozen in tranquillity. His final resolve is not his own but St. Trina's singular wish, and it is the cruelest turn in the DLC: he gives himself over to stopping Miquella the Kind before the god can reclaim the loving half he once cast off. The poisoner who spent his career chasing her velvety sleep ends by serving that one wish.

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ArmorThiollier's Garb

The dark attire of those who wield poison in secret. The silver hair is arranged in the same style as St. Trina's, increasing arcane. Additionally, countless needles are sewn onto the exterior, apparently for talismanic effect.

ArmorThiollier's Mask

A mask upon which is carved a tranquil sleeping face. The silver hair is arranged in the same style as St. Trina's, increasing arcane. Just once, Thiollier was granted the sweet repose of velvety sleep. The remainder of his days would be spent attempting to recapture it.