He kept his poise and waited, making no move yet. The Hero's Grave connected to the sea through caves and crevices in the rock, large enough for the occasional flotsam to wash in. Yet he'd seen no ships approaching. How odd this was already.
But truly, he was not expecting the likes of this. A colorful, bedraggled young thing. Like a storm-battered songbird. Uncommonly vibrant hair, Tooled leather, glintstone blue and... what even was that metalic glint of red? Eochaid steel, maybe? Goodness. All that finery, on a frame that can barely hold it all.
And, tragically, no maiden to be seen. Worthless.
Well, off they'd go to Godrick, then. But he had appearances to keep to, all the same. "Good heavens. If you really intend to seek the Elden Ring, best take the tender mercies of Grace now, or back to the grave you'll go soon enough," he gestures to the pale little light that danced above the dirt. "Or do you require attendance from a surgeon?"
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But truly, he was not expecting the likes of this. A colorful, bedraggled young thing. Like a storm-battered songbird. Uncommonly vibrant hair, Tooled leather, glintstone blue and... what even was that metalic glint of red? Eochaid steel, maybe? Goodness. All that finery, on a frame that can barely hold it all.
And, tragically, no maiden to be seen. Worthless.
Well, off they'd go to Godrick, then. But he had appearances to keep to, all the same. "Good heavens. If you really intend to seek the Elden Ring, best take the tender mercies of Grace now, or back to the grave you'll go soon enough," he gestures to the pale little light that danced above the dirt. "Or do you require attendance from a surgeon?"