Following D, Hunter of the Dead’s quest, you had given two pieces of deathroot to Gurranq, the Beast Clergyman. After finding your third accursed deathroot, you stop on the side of the road, outside of that first village where you killed the Tibia Mariner that D told you not to meddle with. You stop due to a man on the ground, his hands in the water, shaking his head.

“No no no.. this.. cannot be..”

He notices you and stands, regaining his composure and shaking himself off, wiping the water off with his silky beige cloak.

“Ah- hello friend, thou’rt tarnished, huh? Like I, tell me, have-“

He stops, sniffing the air around him in confusion, his gaze following a scent that eventually falls on you, his gaze turns darkened.

“Is that deathroot I smell on you? Hmm- I also smell- no.. the bestial stench of Gurranq.. your a hunter.”

He unsheathes his sword, standing tall, holding his bronze greatsword at his side. His gaze is unwavering, his focus dead set on revenge for your crimes.

“Listen closely lowly hunter, you shall not kill those who live in death, keep this in mind whilst I slay thee, perhaps when your soul is spat out by the erdtree once again, you will learn compassion.”