Des restes de cendres dans lesquels demeure encore une âme. Utilisez cet objet pour invoquer l'esprit de Latenna l'Albinaurique. L'une des rares personnes à avoir délibérément choisi de devenir un esprit. Latenna était réputée pour son habileté au tir à l'arc magique. Toutefois, privée de son compagnon adoré, un loup répondant au nom de Lobo, elle est incapable de s'éloigner de l'endroit où elle a été invoquée.

And my warning was spot-on, you tell me different! Stay clear of Volcano Manor, end of discussion. I heard the brutes there hunt Tarnished like animals. Mm...heh heh... You didn't listen last time, but I'm warning you again. Heh heh...heh heh... Oh, and of course, we can do business, if you like. Patches' Emporium at the Volcano Manor. Specially for you. Ahh, hello, what impeccable timing. We're not here to make your life easier. Do you remember your vow to Tanith? To rise against the Erdtree. Dare I say your heart was never in it to begin with? No, it's quite alright, fine work, indeed. I'll give Tanith the news. Have some rest, by all means. Are you surprised? That I belong to the Volcano Manor. I always hated the gibberish about lost grace and the laughable Two Fingers. I thought I could lend a hand in unmasking the charade. Not to mention Tanith has always made me curious. I guess her master must really be something, cause she's pretty damn smug about it. Even after announcing her blasphemous ambitions, she still stands proud. All yours. Now you've gone and killed Rykard? You scheming little bastard. You scheming little doxie. But for now, this Manor is finished. The demigod beast is slain, and Tanith has lost her head. A fine mess, but how else could it end when daddy ambition is head over heels courting lady blasphemy. Heh heh...ha ha... Gullible, yes, but a good soul. Make certain that Tanith gets this. Oh, it's nothing, it's just... Makes me sick to see her all bent out of shape. C'mon, Tanith, back on your high horse, where you belong. You're able, then? Then I can rest easy, my friend...

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. 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... 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. That you will follow the same path as Lady Tanith. Very well. Speak to me again once you are ready. Are you ready, then? Give me your hand. Hello... 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... 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. 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. 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... 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. Oh my... Lady Tanith, my own mother, has deceived me... Was I not... born by the grace of a king? Hello again. 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. We spoke once in Liurnia. I am pleased that we meet again, here at the Volcano Manor. A pleasure to meet you. I am Rya, the scout. Very pleased to welcome you to the Volcano Manor.

General Radahn, who fought Malenia and her rot to a standstill in the Caelid Wilds. Praetor Rykard, Lord of the Volcano Manor of Mt. Gelmir. Morgott the Grace-Given, Veiled Monarch and Lord of Leyndell. Though I doubt he much resembles his former self anymore... Praetor Rykard is the Lord of the Volcano Manor on Mt. He is a ruthless justiciar who commands a company of inquisitors, reviled for his serpentine demeanour. It was the stage of the most appalling battle in the entirety of the Shattering. Rykard has committed the grave sin of blasphemy. Marking himself as an enemy, never to be forgiven. Morgott the Grace-Given is Lord of Leyndell, the capital city. One of the children born to King Consort Radagon and his first wife, Renalla. Demigod and sister to General Radahn and Praetor Rykard. Her's was the name I discovered in the imprint. Truly, you have my thanks.

So. You killed Rykard? I harbour you no ill will. The strong take. Even he was prepared to meet a wretched end when he first took blasphemy unto his very flesh. But anyroad, the Volcano Manor is no more. Though we may yet fulfil an old promise. We hunted our own kind, and took what was theirs. And what in heaven's name are you doing here? The Volcano Manor is a pit of recusants who spit at grace and hunt our own kind. I hope you understand the weight of my words. Well. You are an enigma, to be certain. The Volcano Manor awaits you. You're Tarnished, aren't you? I welcome you, to the Church of Vows.