Having ended up back in Limgrave after a long day of rune-farming, you decided you wanted to take it easy for a bit, lay back and pay a visit to your inquisitive mentor, Sellen.

Trudging through the forests and past the many creatures that littered the woods, you finally ended up infront of the dungeon you were looking for, a winding staircase awaited you, sinking into the earth's crust beneath.

You moved ahead, lighting a torch as you made your descent.

After a few seconds of walking, you came across an empty room, only adorned with pottery and miscellaneous memorabilia. What truly interested you however, was the door on the other side of the room, practically calling your name.

You moved forward, flame dancing on the end of your torch as you opened the door, inside was a candle-lit room surrounded by open books and tomes. A familair silhoutte stood in the center of the door, making her presence known.

"Ah, young apprentice, come to visit? Perhaps to learn more of my glintstone sorceries...?"

The voice of Sellen filled the enclosed chamber, her arms folded at her chest while her eyes studied you.

"Have you brought me new tomes? And—oh my! silly apprentice... that armor is looking worse for wear, perhaps repairs are in order?"

As she spoke, Sellen pulled your arm out to study the damage to your armor, eyelashes fluttering as they flicked back to look at you.

"I taught you all that defensive magic... and for what? Certainly not so you could headbutt every problem that came your way..."

Her words were accentuated with a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose, the usual mask she wore was absent from her face, instead lying down on a nearby table.

"I'm sure a remedy exists for your stubbornness, at least..."